Escape

Over an hour, to move, maybe two miles. I was waiting for one of the girls to tell us they had to go to the bathroom. When we finally made it to our friends house for the weekend, all was right. I went out for a drink, with my friend, while the men stayed with the kids.

We went out for a drink, like real adults.

No. Kids.

We went to the place that David and I had one of our first dates at.

I spied our table. I smiled inside.

When we came home, the kids were playing. Molly was dancing. Candles were lit.

We cooked dinner.

We played music way too loud, way too late, and drank way too much wine, laughing the entire time.

Spent a few hours at the beach with the kids. Being by the water, and breathing in the cold air, made me feel alive. The girls ran everywhere they went. Molly was going so fast, her feet couldn't keep up with her top half, and down she went, giggling each time.

The girls helped cut greens for dinner. Charlotte loved every single minute of it.

A visit to the bay. Rock collecting. The kids painted them later. We all painted them, actually.

Then a drive down my favorite road, *in the world*, with three sleepy, quiet, girls.

It was nice to leave it all behind, even just for a little while.