The last birthday that I really, really dreaded was my 25th. I had just moved to Indiana from Maine, was living with my grandparents and looking for a job. I was miserable, questioning what the hell I had just done, and consuming way too much chocolate on a daily basis. Little did I know that in less than a year, I would decide to go to law school and would meet Tom on the very first day.
Anyway, this birthday coming up in January is...........ahem...................a little traumatic. It has a 0 at the end of it and that's all I'm gonna say. Except that I had Emily when I was 30 and she's turning 10. Ugh. So, there we go.
But, now, I didn't factor in the husband. And his colleagues' wives. See, our anniversary in August wasn't exactly stellar. We were crabby, had a tiff, and it just didn't go well. So, he went to his partners and explained that he needed to do something good for my upcoming, dreaded birthday. And, they all went home and asked their wives what he should do. And the wives all said that he should take me on a trip. And, here's the amazing part - Tom took their advice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the heavens parted and the angels sang.
To say I'm excited and surprised is a bit of an understatement. Because whoa. We've never done that. Ever. Not once since we had kids. And, remember that Em is almost 10. So, wow.
But, come January, we will be gone. Out of here. One of Andrew's preschool teachers will be staying with the kids for 4 days and 3 nights and we will be lounging on a beach in the Bahamas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
