There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million. ~Walt Streightiff
Kaya, Brennyn and I just got back from Richmond. We stayed at a hotel last night with Bal before he flew out early this morning for the week on business. First glance it was a trip to a standard 3 star hotel in a suburb near the airport. But don’t tell Kaya that. To her it was an exotic, adventurous getaway. Bal, Brennyn and I took her lead and had a wonderful world away. We may as well have been in Estonia (yes, I watch Amazing Race).
Sometimes it does the soul good to experience the world as if you’re three. Where elevators, handicap buttons for opening doors, swimming pools, hot tubs (with BUBBLES!), mini coffee makers to play with, vending machines, belly flops on beds, and phones that go direct to the front desk are really, really cool!
Mommy and Daddy could have done without the 8pm bedtime though. Bal lay with Kaya in one full bed (note, full means small, less than double, not queen like Bal had presumed) while I lay in bed with Brennyn in the other. All the lights are out as we try to get the girls to sleep, channel surfing on almost mute when I stop briefly at an episode of a Glee re-run. Sue Sylvester, the best tv character EVER, drops this line:
I, for one, think intimacy has no place in a marriage. Walked in on my parents once and it was like seeing two walruses wrestling.
I would have laughed outright long and loud if I weren’t prisoner to the almost-sleeping mini people beside us. The mini people who mysteriously expand the closer to sleep they get. Bal and I lay on opposite beds, both on the very edge, hanging on precariously, laughing. We never envisioned nights away quite like this. Fortunately, they fall asleep fast, having discovered the millions of wonders that they did throughout the day. No, Bal and I smile, no intimacy now, but we wouldn’t change our two wonders for the world.