Three years ago, when I was 8 months pregnant with Gavin, my mom treated me to a weekend away—complete with the best massage I’ve ever had, yummy food, and lots and lots of laughter.
This past weekend, at almost 8 months pregnant with Baby Doc, she did it again—and it was made of awesome. It’s not often that I get to spend quality time just my mom and me, but every time I do, it always leaves me wanting more.
We drove to St. Louis—our car filled with conversation, comedy radio and laughter, and spent the next few hours basking in the same wonderful massages we discovered three years ago. It’s called Watsu massage, and takes place in a small, 95° swimming pool. As soon as I stepped in the pool, the weight I’ve gained during this pregnancy melted away, and I spent the next hour totally relaxed, letting the masseuse perform this mix of dance and massage in the water. It was heaven, and I decided three years was WAY too long to wait for the next one.
But the cherry on the top of this trip was the anticipation of coming home. I love that I can go away, even for just a day or two, and be so excited to get home that I ache with the anticipation of a little voice shouting, “Mommy!” and little arms clinging around my neck, welcoming me in the door with a genuinely excited, warm and drawn-out snuggle.
So thanks for a great weekend, Mom. And thanks to my guys for the “welcome home” I needed.