March 21 has a lot going on.
It is the Baha’i New Year, the Iranian New Year (or close to it because it can be slightly different on the lunar calendar used in the Middle East), the first day of Spring here in the US and the day that Payman and I got married.
This particular March 21 was our 6th anniversary together and we hadn’t been able to celebrate it really for the past two years. Two years ago Payman was in Grenada trying desperately to get his father out of the hospital and on an air ambulance (a quite serious medical evacuation type of situation) to here, or anywhere in the US, so that he could get what he needed. That’s a blog post right there in and of itself.
So they got here the 22nd and we spent that night at the ER of the hospital trying to get him admitted and then spent much of the next weeks and months at the hospital visiting him until we could bring him home. And then Ada began giving me morning (all day) sickness and needless to say, 4th anniversary totally went by unnoticed.
Last year Ada was exactly 3 months old and I wasn’t ready to leave her yet. We did go out to get Sushi and at the time, were happy to share our anniversary with our kids.
This year, though, we needed some time together! You think you have no time with your partner with one kid, but two— two who rarely nap or go to bed at the same time— and you definitely feel that you never see them.
Or at least you feel you don’t talk to them except about how to handle something one of the kids has done or to share that proud glance when they do something amazing or cute.
So Ada is exactly one year and three months old and we decided to leave both kids at Payman’s parents for the first time. Azita stays there easily and happily, but its been a little nerve-wracking to think of leaving a food-allergic kid not under my watchful eye.
But God bless her, my mother-in-law wiped down every last inch of her house that might have a crumb unsafe for Ada, and I have that to be grateful for.
We didn’t leave long, since it was the first time, but Ada did well. She cried and was cranky for 20 minutes or so but then when I walked in the door two hours later, she barely gave me the time of day.
We went home and just spent time at our house not with kids, first off. That can be just as nice as anything else. And then we went shopping and walked around a few stores together.
Funny… we simply did what we used to do all the time before we had kids ruling the day!
I always mean to plan to go to the Fayetteville Museum of Art where we got married by the lake there, but we always forget. Maybe we’ll go there next weekend and let the kids feed the ducks some gluten-free bread 🙂