This past weekend, I had the pleasure of spending three whole days with my best mate Tasha. We were both free of parental duties for the duration, and planned in advance what we were going to do: whatever we wanted, whenever the whim whacked us to do so. While she was here, we managed to eat an incredible amount of (sensational) chocolate, watched (multiple) movies, ate out at several restaurants (without children!), talked practically non-stop (with the exceptions of the previous points) and very nearly laughed our faces off.
On the last night the wet-season’s first tropical storm rolled in and as we listened to the rain lullaby the night, our conversation yet again returned to what was concerning us in our own lives, and how it could all possibly be resolved. The rain drummed harder, the air slowly cooled, and the answers became clearer.
Just not to ourselves.