A Friday Night... Back Then.

Today was one of those days. I had music playing in the background as I cleaned, and I found myself feeling extra sentimental. I started thinking about the first year Dan and I spent together after we got married. I thought about how there were days when it was raining or snowing and we would just stay in bed for most of the day. I thought about sitting in church with no distractions and how I would look at him... so eager to start a family with the man that I loved so much. I thought about the day we woke up and decided to drive through as many states as we possibly could in one day... just to see what we would find. We drove all day, and found ourselves lost in the middle of the night, in a city we had never been in before.

Then, I got thinking about what it will be like when we are older and Logan (+any other future siblings) are grown and gone. I can barely even picture that day, but I also know that it will be here in what seems like the blink of an eye. What will our life look like then... when it is just the two of us? What will we be like when we have all of those years of life experience behind us? Will we take that motorcycle trip across the country that is on our bucket list? What will it be like to have a house that stays clean or quiet again?

I don't know what it will be like all those years from now, but I am almost certain that there will be days when I look back and try to remember what life was like with a toddler in the house. I will get out my box of pictures and remember what a Friday night was like "back then".

I will hold up a picture of his cute little grin and remember his rolling laugh when he was tickled.
I will remember getting dinner ready while watching him play peek-a-boo with the table cloth.
I will remember hours of playing in the sand box in the basement with him.
I will probably still be able to recite a few of the Dr. Seuss books.
I will remember bubbly bath times and watching him learn to float on his back.
I will remember Bible stories before bed and his prayers thanking God for his toys and his friends.
I will remember the silly names he gives each of his stuffed animals.

And then I will look at Dan and squeeze his hand and thank him for doing it all with me. For making the most of the Friday nights we have together. For being the best father, husband, and partner I could have lived this life with.