I am leaving my child again, and this time I don’t even have work as an excuse.

It occurred to Kris and I a while back that in our ten years together we have never taken a vacation together, just the two of us, aside from our ill-fated overnight trip to Hot Springs (disaster, don’t ask) .  Not even a honeymoon.  Every trip we have taken has been with friends or family, or a combination thereof.  We spend a lot of time together, without really spending time together.

Well, courtesy of my husband’s mad bartering skills and my frequent flyer miles, we have a 4-day vacation in San Francisco, essentially free-of-charge.  A real vacation involving a plane, hotel, rental car and restaurants.  No agenda.  Nowhere to be.  No schedule.

There will be some incidental socializing, but the purpose of the trip is to enjoy something together.  Just the two of us.  Alone.  I am so very looking foward to this.

But this means: 

No Harry.

 Who has never been away from us for more than 24 hours.

From whom I have never been separated from him for more than two days without him being in Kris’s presence.

Gulp.

 I miss his little face already.

PS – Sara and Trixie must think I don’t love them because I haven’t yet answered their questions, and I am missing Sara’s party (dammit).  Love and kisses and I haven’t forgotten you I promise.  As much of a master at it as I am, I can only live with so much guilt, so please be kind.