Sunday, September 19, 2010

Getting Away

The last time we went away overnight, without any children, was when Curls was still in in utero and the eldest was barely walking. Being the brilliant romantic weekend planners that we were, we not only scheduled this wonderful get away when I was busting out at eight months pregnant, but also decided to start off the festivities with a viewing of an independent film at the local Doylestown theatre (how I love Doylestown!). 

This film however, was one of the most physically and emotionally depressing movies I have ever viewed, being about child widows in India and the awful plight that is theirs even as young as 8 or 9 years old. It ruined our entire weekend, as we struggled to rise out of the slump that viewing this tragedy sent us into.

More than four years later the memories of that film still haunted me, but so did the way it had affected a much needed weekend away with my husband. So when dear friends saints agreed to watch our three early risers for a night, we decided to start it off with a sunset walk by the sea and a cup of coffee... and to skip the movies. It was a good choice. Now I only hope we don't have to wait four more years to do it again.

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