It's no secret that the last couple of months have been a little hectic. Rehearsals twice a week, Festival on the weekends, and trying not to stay in bed all day from pregnancy exhaustion. Lots of good things have come from it, and I don't regret the decisions I made in any way. But I am tired, weary from the pace, and ready for a break.
Last night, we opened our Halloween show, and it went beautifully. We were lucky to perform for a very enthusiastic and friendly audience, who really wanted to support us in every way. It was filled with family and friends who have become family, all smiling, laughing, and generally having a good time.
Since Patrick and I are both in the show, Miles stayed with Aunt Ninell last night, and because she is a saint beyond measure, she offered to keep him overnight. Patrick had already taken today off to deal with the show and his sister's wedding, which is tomorrow. So, of course, we slept in, and relished the extra hours of rest.
Now, we sit here, in warm, comfortable silence. The clicking of my keyboard is the only sound. Neither of us has given up on the pajamas quite yet, and for all the world, this feels like the early days of our marriage. Quiet. Peaceful. Low-key.
Except now, there is a small part in each of us that aches for our little boy to be here, too. We have really spent so little time together as a family lately that these few precious hours are bittersweet. It is lovely to be well-rested, and as parents, the silence is always welcome. But there is also a twinge of sadness in the peace. And it is in this moment that we realize how ready we really are for this show to be over. To settle into the steady routine of winter. It is time, for us at least, to welcome our boring little life back.
And so, we count down the days until November.