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Date Night

As much as we love our Benjamin (and words just really can't describe how much we love him) there are times when we can't wait to get away from him. Let me explain.

It's not necessarily him we want to get away from, but more like the responsibility that comes with him. The meal times, nap times, snack times, playtimes, bedtimes, and so forth. I love my son and he is really an easy, happy little boy to take care of, but even good kids are a lot of work and require a lot of attention.

Hence, the reason for date nights. Nathan and I have tried to make them a priority since Benjamin was born, but it is easy to drop them when our schedules get busy. We recognize the need to keep our marriage fresh and fun, but it is all too easy to let it slide into stale and boring, which is very dangerous for a relationship.

So since it has been a long time since we last had a evening to ourselves, we decided to take a couple days this week to rekindle our marriage. Benjamin gets to stay with his favorite cousins, Wy and Westie (aka Wyatt and Weston) and Nathan and I are heading to the quaint coastal town of Cambria. We have great plans to walk on the beach, browse through antique shops, dine at some yummy restaurants, and revel in each other's undivided attention.

I am so very much looking forward to this short trip. After all, I have a sneaking suspicion that after the new year, date nights will be even harder to come by...

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