Hawaii is over.
And I’m not super upset about it.
Cliche as it is, I now need a vacation from my vacation.
We are headed to Hawaii!
I’m in LAX waiting for my dad’s flight, and D is off meeting a friend on our very long layover.
We’ve been up since 4am eastern, and I admit, I’m pretty tired.
But we have a week vacation with my family, and I’m excited!
(Also, we dressed up for pizza at home on Valentine’s day - it was lovely.)
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m so excited for our first Valentine’s Day together! I have no idea what D cooked up, but I’m not allowed to come over to his place until he calls.
As part of my gift, I put little love notes inside candy-filled hearts and left them all over his apartment for him to find.
We’re having a quiet dinner at home, and we’ll go out for a nice dinner when we get to Hawaii.
We leave on Saturday! I can’t wait!
I had a horrible dream this morning after waking up at 5am. I don’t get up until 6:30, so I went back to sleep.
I dreamt I had a baby. Not unusual or unexpected, since there are 3 new babies in my and D’s families in the last 8 weeks.
It was a girl, and she had Down Syndrome, and I didn’t know until I had her. For some reason, she has wounds all over her body from skin test samples, and she was wailing.
And I just held her and cried, because D was gone, and I was going to have to do this alone.
And my heart is sick today with the pain of this dream. I’m having a hard time, because I keep thinking about me and the baby, all alone, and the pain she was in.