Extravagant

We've been away.  A forty-eight hour escape.  A surprise, planned by family. Childcare and dogcare coordinated, massages scheduled, gift cards purchased, favorite snacks and drinks packed, house cleaning arranged, all by family.  All extravagant gestures.
Sleeping, for NINE HOURS STRAIGHT, felt extravagant.  Can you hear the voice-raised enthusiasm those capital letters suggest? NINE HOURS, internet.  EXTRAVAGANT.
Enjoying meals at a leisurely pace, and conversations devoid of topics like who pooped when, felt extravagant.
Spending the day antique shopping and eating ice cream and wandering through historic neighborhoods and eating caramel apples and flipping, simultaneously, through channels and magazine pages felt extravagant.
The opportunity to rest and reconnect, to romance and refuel, felt extravagant.

And we feel extravagantly loved.
Thank you, family.
J&A