I have always given Nick a hard time about his gift-giving abilities. Like our first Christmas as a couple: I was so excited to present him with the road trip book I knew he would love (and he did), while my gift consisted of his 8th grade school picture, tattered edges and all (still not sure about the significance there). Or our third Christmas together: I was so excited to present him with his brand new Marmot rain jacket I knew he would love (and he did), while my gift was a pastel pink leather iPod cover with a snap closure, that still, to this day, remains in its original packaging. The real gift in all of those gifts is the stories I can tell.
The truth is, the gifts have definitely gotten better and very thoughtful over the years. I came home the other day to find that he and the boys had made me a photo album filled with sweet moments with the babies. He has gotten me jewelry and clothes that he knows I will love (and I do). But this Mother's Day he not only outdid himself, but a whole heck of a lot of other people (sorry, folks): he gave me a honeymoon with my sweet little George.
Nick told me about a week ago that he was sending George and I to a hotel downtown for a night to just enjoy each other. And sleep (and that is priceless). I had two and a half years to moon over Lute. I had ten days in a hotel room in Georgia to cuddle Eddie. I had about 24 groggy, immobile hours in a hospital bed to be alone with George, so Nick figured this time would be appreciated. And it is. Nice work, Nick. (I do hope you realize you have set a precedent for all future children.)
We roamed downtown, took in the beautiful day, and cuddled up in the hotel room. No agenda, no obligations, just a little "Mama and Me" time without the threat of an older brother takeover. The only problem encountered was George's one of a kind screeching that I am pretty sure led any neighbors I may have to think that someone (or some animal) was being seriously hurt. If you haven't heard it, just trust me. He thinks it's hilarious, I think it's embarrassing, but now it doesn't matter because he is fast asleep. And soon, Mama will be too... with no worries of a 5:45 wake up call. And that definitely makes for a very Happy Mother's Day.