Leaving

I have never spent a night away from my boy. I spend all day most days away from him, and that is enough. Rob has had a few conferences and a few trips with his friends since Henry was born and has been away about 5 times. I have not.
This weekend will be the first night. I know Henry will be well cared for with his awesome Grandma Susan and Great Grandma Dixie, but I'll miss him. I am worried that he'll be scared at night and wonder where we are. The reality is that he'll probably sleep right through the night which he never does in our house in his own bed- or in ours.
Rob and I met 5 years ago tomorrow and we're going to celebrate at the first place we ever traveled to together, a bed and breakfast in Ste. Genevieve, MO. This part is straight out of a harlequin romance novel: the room we stayed in then and that we'll occupy this weekend is the "Rendezvous Room". What I remember most about our "redezvous" was that we used the jacuzzi tub AND turned on the gas fireplace and minutes later were so overheated that we literally stumbled out of our room onto the outdoor deck to cool off, it was November and we didn't even have jackets on. I was dizzy and dehydrated, our room had baked my brain. Sorry, Rob, but that's what I remember. The blissful 30 degree evening brought me back to life.

So we'll go rendezvous-ing again, but this time I think we'll leave the fireplace off. And I imagine we'll sleep through the night. I could count on one hand, maybe two, the number of times that has happened since 9/2/9. I will also miss my boy like crazy. That little bugger has gotten under my skin.