For two days and two nights I was his wife. I was not their mother. I was not the housekeeper, grocery shopper and list maker. I was me. The one who loves him unconditionally. The more charismatic, less frenzied version of myself.
He wasn't Coach E. He was not the guy who writes the checks, mows the law and takes the dog to the groomers. He was my husband. The one that kisses me on the forehead and winks at me across the table. The endlessly charming, less anxious version of himself.
We went to the spa. He watched sports in the bar and I read. We listened to live music and lingered over dinner and drinks. We tasted wine together and selected beautiful cheese to share. I let him sleep in while I drank coffee.
Nine years ago I said "I do". And I still do, but even more. Every single day. But some days are to be cherished. The days we're just Mr. & Mrs. I am so thankful.