Taryn: How about the 18th?
Me: See you then.
This is more or less how the conversation went.
With all the sadness, illness, boredom, and plain ol' done-with-everything feelings we've been wading through the past few weeks, when Taryn invited us out to Tennessee we jumped on it like my mom on dark chocolate and frog pajamas. We needed a break. We needed a get-a-way.
And we needed Taryn.
It's been 6 long months since seeing Taryn last. Too long. But that is what life and kids do to you. If you read Taryn's blog post about our recent visit on her blog "What a beautiful mess..." then you already have the history on Taryn and I.
In a nutshell, and I mean like a teeny tiny nutshell, we met Taryn back in 2008. She was our neighbor when we lived at these downtown loft apartments when we weren't broke, had little responsibility, and considered every night as a Friday night. Taryn quickly became my best friend and when Matt would come home from work to an empty apartment, he'd grab a few beers and head across the hall to Taryn's, where I would be sitting at her bar watching her make Monte Cristo's or some crazy capt'n crunch casserole, and we'd end up staying for dinner. She has counseled me through the worst of times, and stood by me through the best of times. Truly a great friend.
So anyways, we knew seeing Taryn would be exactly what we needed so we packed up and headed east.
Here are the highlights of our get-a-way to Tennessee...
Taryn was there in the hospital, holding my leg up, the day Evelyn was born and a month later she came back to get to know that little girl she lovingly referred to as "nugget." But for the past 6 months Evelyn has not seen her "Aunt Taryn" so some reacquainting had to be done first.
They hit it off.
While it may seem silly to say that breakfast was a highlight of our trip, Matt and I hardly ever make breakfast at home. By the time we get around to it, it's usually lunch time. It was a nice change of routine to get up each morning and eat breakfast.
Plus Taryn's a fantastic cook.
And coffee with flavored creamer. We never buy flavored creamer... double treat.
But the best part of breakfast time is the conversation. The time of day when Evelyn is most happy to sit and observe and we have a chance to catch up while the men are still sleeping.
While we made a few trips out, most of the trip was about catching up and relaxing.
No set in stone plans.
No time lines.