date morning

Earlier in the week we were driving home from the Dr. (stupid swine) Brevin said from the backseat, "Mommy, I really just want to go to Caribou with you." I told him that once he was better, we would definitely do that. I wanted to make good on my word.

We called it our special date, he even showered morning of. We planned it out together: hot chocolate, Hi Ho Cherri-O and writing a letter to our friend in Africa, Maria. He waved good-bye to dad as he sprinted out of the house. We got there, ordered, he picked out our seat and we got our warm drinks. My 3 year old son sat across from me with a big cup of hot chocolate and all I could think of was how grown up he looked. The years started flashing before my eyes: Kindergarten, Jr. High, High School, graduation, college...Then I started to imagine all the people in Brevin's life that would sit across a coffee shop table from him holding a similar cup. It was a moment that brought me to tears to my eyes for all there was to look forward to, but also for how precious my time in the here and now is with him.

He proudly sipped his hot chocolate once every 30 seconds and created a huge brown mustache. We played 4 games of Cherri-O (Jill-3 Brevin-1), we talked to our table neighbors and wrote Maria asking her a lot of questions about Africa.

I told Heath that I want to make this date a regular thing. I shared with him how hard it is for me to un-plug at home from all of the to-dos, but that this worked perfectly. I had no distractions, I turned off my phone and could give my whole self to Brevin. It truly was the best hour of my week.