Last night, we went on our fifth anniversary date. Woo-hoo!
Also, I should preface it with saying I was half asleep because my alarm clock has gotten set way off so I've been waking up at like 4:something in the morning and not realizing it till it's too late to go back to sleep. So I was half-asleep or half-awake (you decide), looking a little disheveled to say the least, and generally feeling very-un-date-night-esque. However, we had a good friend to watch the kids and off we went.
Nick knows date nights are hard for me. The first three minutes, I have small little panic attacks on top of panic attacks about our kids. They were in great hands, but I just feel this intense control-freak-selfishness that worries if I'm not there to put them to bed, will they be ok? EVERY night Glory rides my back to her bed and pretends to be Jesse from Toy Story. What if I'm not there? EVERY night Benja stands up in his crib waiting for me to kiss him and say, "goodnight prince". EVERY night Elias gets my lecture about not coming out of his room and we almost every night he comes out of his room doing something funny and instead of scolding him, I die laughing because it is HILARIOUS to hear what he has to say.
After my three minutes of fear, I'm fine. I know they'll be fine. We go on with our dates.
But datenights make me think about the 210 million orphans.
Who is tucking them in and making them feel loved and safe and protected?
What can I do to help?
So I'm going to keep writing about adoption, friend's who are adopting, fundraisers for adoption, and anything I can write about for now to do my part. Remember my friend Leigh and her great tshirts from last Friday? If not, check them out! Here are some questions she answered for me about currently being in the adoption process from Ethiopia.