Our first night without her
I cried. Not much, but I did cry. We met Joshua’s parents halfway between our house and theirs (at a Dairy Queen in Italy — the halfway point, not their house…) and passed her over. There was much instruction and Judah-speak translation and me thinking I needed to tell them something else but couldn’t remember what it was. After they strapped her in her car seat in their car, I leaned over to give her kisses and tell her I loved her and would see her tomorrow, and to have fun with Nana and Papa. She avoided my lips, caught a glimpse of her Cheerio cup and said, “Dooce?” And that was that.
Tonight is our annual date night, in which Joshua and I go out to eat at a fancy restaurant. Tonight we are going to Nana, the uber-classy restaurant on the top floor of the >Wyndham-Anatole. I went there once for dessert with some friends and loved it; decided I had to go back.
Right now, we’re wrapping presents and getting ready and bathing the dog and trying to pack. Hope all of you out there in internet land have fun tonight, whatever you’re doing. I know we will.
December 24th, 2004 at 10:43 am
ah yes. i know exactly where you are. i remember the first time we left our eva. it was with lara. we talked non-stop about her and called first thing in the morning, as i’m sure you two already have. just wait until you have two. you’ll be pawning off the little boogers whenever possible!
December 24th, 2004 at 7:13 pm
merry Christmas . . . peace : : :
December 24th, 2004 at 7:33 pm
awww…you remembered
. we had fun that night. i was just remembering it. nana is swank with a capital swank. glad you had a date night! merry christmas and see you soon!