Date weekend.

We were celebrating our third anniversary.  At least that's what we told our waiter.  We've been married 18 years but we only get around to actually doing something special to celebrate every six years.

This year, with my Mom living so close (lucky us!) she got to stay with the kids (lucky her!) last Saturday night while Peter and I drove a little north to spend 26 hours alone together.

It was dreary weather that turned into nasty rain for all of Saturday afternoon and evening.  Almost every restaurant was booked for dinner.  Juliana texted us non-stop.  And yet, we had the most fun we've had together in ages.

Ask anyone.  I had been feeling exceptionally crabby for the last little while.  Out of sorts for reasons that I just couldn't pinpoint.  But spending time with Peter - laughing, holding hands, drinking coffee, and eating non-stop was just what I needed to pull me out of my funk.

My only regret was Juliana's new iPod touch.  She saved and saved and finally got it on Thursday.  Which means that when we left on Saturday for a little break, she was just getting warmed up.  Text after text after text.  Multiple Requests to FaceTime.  (I didn't even know what that was until Saturday!)  Which means that we had calls that looked like this:

It seemed too short to make a difference, but our date weekend was perfect.

In fact it has inspired us to try to celebrate again before another year is up.  I think we may have to start making up for lost time.

Happy anniversary honey.

xo