Last weekend we decided to send Peanut away with her GiGi and Pops for a little overnight visit. Yes, you heard me. Over. Night. (Overnight!)
The sleepover. A most efficient use of grandparents everywhere.
She was utterly thrilled, of course. You see, my parents make any visit an absolute party, filled with cupcakes, glow sticks, and multiple miles of choo-choo track. Of course there’s always a paradox in dropping Peanut off – I’m generally thrilled to have a moment of silence but spend the next 5 hours asking for photo updates so I can see exactly what she’s up to. I enjoy the break but am just so curious during those moments when we’re apart – it’s like a little mystery I love to peek in on.
Jerry and I spent Sunday afternoon visiting friends, shopping, and walking the city on possibly one of the coldest days yet. Still, New York rarely shuts down; it’s one of the most wonderful things about this place. Even the streets and restaurants were just busy.
We ate dinner (during which we talked about Peanut – eh).
Then picked her up Monday morning, after sleeping in until the (extremely late) hour of 8am. Which, in all reality felt like 2pm (the sad state of affairs that is our life). And she missed us. And I missed her.
And it felt good to get her back.
Time apart.
It’s a good thing.
