“Isn’t it nice to be alone?” my husband asked, his arm around my shoulder as we sat on a bench looking out at the boats in the marina.
“Mmm, hmmm,” I agreed. The warm sun on my back and my full stomach from the lunch we had just finished at our favorite restaurant was making me a little drowsy.
“What if we didn’t have any kids?” he continued. “It would be like this all the time.”
“And then we’d be looking at those families in the restaurants with the babies and wishing we were like them,” I countered.
“You’re right,” he agreed.
“But I’m going to enjoy this afternoon without kids,” I said.
“Some day when they’re grown we’ll be alone again,” my husband daydreamed.
“And then we’ll probably wish they’d come home,” I pointed out, but then quickly changed my mind. “Actually, then we can travel again!”
My husband sat forward and stretched his legs. “Let’s go before we fall asleep here.” With that we set off for a hike down to the beach and a wonderfully refreshing afternoon that reminded us of the importance of making time for us.