Yesterday, I asked your mom if she and your sisters would watch our kids so that you and I could go on a walk. She graciously agreed. We revelled in being alone together, sometimes talking about life and love, sometimes laughing and being silly, and sometimes simply enjoying each other. I cherish my time alone with you, especially since it’s so rare.
The last time we went out alone was August 19–the day before our 3rd daughter was born. We ate pizza and had a hearty good time, taking advantage of our time together because we knew we were about to enter a hectic time of life. I will not let another four months pass before we go out alone again.