There is nothing like a 48 hour visit from home, to remind you how much you miss it.  How if you lived in the same state as your best friend, you'd get to watch her son grow up alongside your daughter.  That the afternoons spent watching the babies play together would not be a rare occurrence, but the norm.  The play groups, parks, festivals and so much more could be experienced together.

I am sad that yesterday my best friend, her husband and their son got back onto a plane and flew home to Kansas.  48 hours is not near enough... but 48 hours is better than zero.. and I'm beyond thankful.

We did as much as possible in 48 hours with two strong willed children on different schedules.

Tuesday we met up with Rob for lunch on post before heading back home to get the babies down for naps.  At two different times, of course.  We hit up Texas Roadhouse before ending the night with Pitch Perfect.

Wednesday we went to the spouse club luncheon.  I got awarded for being the December volunteer of the month.  It was extra special because Al and fam got to come with!  We didn't stay for the full luncheon, just long enough for the lunch part.


After lunch and naps we hit up the park on post.  Harrison LOVED it.. Grace was sorta unsure.  There was a lot of activity and older kids running around.. which had her not feeling it.  But we tried!  Rob enjoyed pushing her on the swings and I got to go down the slide with her.  We will go again.. maybe when there isn't a crowd though...


That night Rob fired up the egg (Big Green Egg... his new prized possession that he got for a steal of a deal!) and we cooked up dinner.  We watched the DVR'd State of the Union address like responsible adults and then called it SUPER early.


Yesterday we went out for lunch at our favorite local hamburger joint before we blinked and the 48 hours had come and gone.


While we certainly didn't do the tourist things, or pack our schedule super full.. having them here was enough.  Things are different these days... we are okay with tucking the kids into bed and following close behind.  We are okay with talking quietly in the morning and discussing babies all day.  We are okay with watching the State of the Union address and the news together, instead of going out and drinking (we aren't even sure we could handle a rum and coke these days..).

We are okay with 48 hours to catch up where we left off... and make new memories with our little families.

Together. 48 hours. Enough.

But I do miss her. A lot.