My cousin David is getting married to an awesome girl named Jessica this coming weekend. Last night, we celebrated her bachelorette party at my aunt’s house on the lake. It was my first overnight away from Poppy. My heart was aching for her chubby arms and her soft head all evening, but I was still somehow able to have a few several drinks and celebrate into the wee hours of the morning. Fine, yes. Even though I was missing my baby, I still may have managed to dance and sing along to ABBA with a bubblegum martini in hand.
I wish I could have captured Poppy’s “welcome home Mommy” smile on film, because it was super, super awesome too.
I took my first overnight away from Elliott at this age, too…and also for a bachellorette party. I can still remember how weird it felt to pull out of my driveway with an over night bag in the car, and nothing (or nobody) else, and how I almost turned around maybe four times before I got there.
And then I drank a glorious mojito, and it was better, haha. (And then I had another one.)
Sometimes those little breaks are so, so nice.
Ha! That’s nearly bizarre…my first away from bella was a family bachelorette party…
fun times…