Spring. Shauna’s birthday. We went hiking for two days along Lake Huron while Devon spent the weekend with his grandparents — our first trip by ourselves in a while. A bald eagle circled above us in Goderich. We saw owl nests in Bayfield, rivers.
“This is what weekends used to be like before we had the baby,” I said.
It felt so improbable: having a fancy dinner without a toddler throwing food at us from across the table; drinking a whole bottle of wine; hot coffee in the morning instead of the lukewarm stuff sip between chasing Devon; eggs.
But by the second day we started to miss him a lot. Did he sleep well? Is he eating? Napping?
We came back to find that our toddler mastered the skill of climbing all the furniture. Love.