Well it’s one week until the due date, so my mom is on her way here to stay with us until the baby arrives (as planned). I haven’t seen her since August. I am excited for her to meet her grandchild, excited to see how many things she can do on her laptop, and excited for whatever inside jokes will come out of the next few days. Oh how we laugh, my mother and me.
As I was driving home from work, it hit me that it was our last night – just Husbanks and me. We’ve been “just us” for a long time. I was driving home to the last page of the last chapter before everything changes. I really wanted to make last night special and important and appreciate the seven years of weeknights we have shared together in the unique city we love so much.
Instead we went to Outback Steakhouse for dinner and I cried all evening about the finality of it all.
No really – I couldn’t even stop crying in the Outback Steakhouse. The high-schooler waitress is probably now very afraid of pregnant women.
So our last night as “just us” wasn’t my best. Meh. But it was honest.