Marcus and I spent the weekend in Edinburgh, Scotland. And by “Marcus and I” I mean “Marcus and I.” No kids. No family and friends. No lists of things to do, places to go, people to meet, or…well…anything.
We took the train from Harrogate on Friday morning, and spent 2 glorious days in a beautiful city. We walked the Royal Mile, visited the Whisky Heritage Center, walked around Edinburgh Castle, explored the Real Mary King’s Close, and ate, drank, talked, walked, and enjoyed one another. It was a perfect weekend.
And yet, still, at the end of the trip, we couldn’t wait to get home to the girls. Though they manage to drive me crazy every day and sometimes have me on the verge of a nervous breakdown, it’s amazing how empty life seemed without them around. The bed was too big. The room was too quiet. The conversations weren’t nearly as lively (though we managed to finish sentences and actually talk about grown-up things).
So, we returned home aching to see our girls, but having enjoyed our time together alone. I remember reading once that as much as we love our children and spend so much of our adult lives focusing on them, that one day they will grow up and leave us, and all Marcus and I will have left is one another. I’m so glad we make the time to nurture our relationship and enjoy time for just the two of us.