Last night, Shawn and I stepped out to a nice dinner together: ALONE! After FOUR weekends in a row of failed attempts and canceled plans, we were finally able to steal a few hours all to our married selves. It was absolutely perfect. My dad came over and sat with the girls and they were able to spend some quality time with their Papa. I wonder if grandparents know how truly thankful we are for their help, their willingness to give of themselves so that we can take a breathe and be still for a moment? We ate a delicious meal of crab, shrimp, and salmon, caught up on a week's worth of conversation, and then came home to a sugared up seven year old and baby asleep on her Papa's chest.
