It's Wednesday night. We leave for Italy tomorrow. It's our five year anniversary on Saturday. I am getting over a cold/flu/punched in the sinuses by an elephant thing... the kids have been trying to kill me and Katie has worked late every night for something like 2 weeks.
But now we are all home. The kids are getting baths. We are packing. Laundry is drying so we can have a full trips worth of clothes. My mom is excited (at least she tells us) to have the kids.
We feel liek we are actually going to get a break.
No one to report to.
No one to wake us unnecessarily early.
No one to ask her to do one more thing before she goes.
Just the 2 of us in Tuscany.
And this isn't great because of the break from the kids and work and everything else.
It's simply because after 10 years of knowing her and 5 years of marriage, she's still my best friend.
So I thank her.
