It's no secret that Andrew & I want to be parents. I dream of the days when I'm running on little sleep, am covered in spit up, and laundry is piled to the ceiling.
Oh how wonderful that sounds!
Okay so I tend to ignore those scenarios when I dream about Baby Weaver. It is much more fun to spend hours looking at nursery ideas, discussing names, and picturing my husband holding our sweet baby.
Its much more fun to spend hours looking at ideas for announcing our pregnancy and the gender.
But then there are weekends like this past one. Weekends where we pick up and drive two hours to help family set up at their church's new location. Weekends where we sit down in a restaurant and enjoy a meal together. Weekends where we get a mini get away staying in a hotel room.
Just the two of us.
There were no baby sitting arrangements needed. No packing the whole house so that our child would be comfortable while away from home. (This seems funny to us now but I know it will be us doing this one day.) There was no baby sleeping in the middle of us in a tiny hotel bed.
Don't get me wrong. I look forward to the day when we are doing all those things.
But I'm also thankful for this time of just the two of us. After ten years of marriage I'm still learning about my husband. I'm still falling in love with him more and more each day. I treasure the time when it is just us. I try not to take for granted how easy it is for us to have a date night.
I don't ever want to miss out on the now because I'm so busy looking to the future. We will never be able to get this time back so I want to enjoy it to the fullest now. I want to be present in the here and now of my marriage. I don't want to dream away my present.