We went to Bali.
I confess I got a little emotional on the morning that we left. I know we’ll go on a week-long vacation together again. And hey, I’ll even be able to drink cocktails on that one. There’s nothing Sky and I want more than this baby, and there’s a little mourning going on that Us as we know Us is changing forever. I think that’s normal. I remember a couple months before we got married I spent a good part of the day on the beach weeping. I wasn’t sad about getting married; quite the opposite. But subconsciously or archetypally or something I was letting go of me as I’d known me my whole life and starting a completely new era. This was something like that. I didn’t weep, but there were a few tears; there will probably be more. I think taking the time, accidentally or on purpose, to grieve the loss of one thing as I make way for the next is a way of honoring how beautiful the time that’s going into the past has been. Doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong or it’s not a change I don’t want. Just that it’s that: change. A kind of huge one.