Leighton turned 18 months yesterday, so he was officially old enough for nursery today. (Although we've been cheating and letting him go for the last couple weeks.) Today as I sat in Sunday School and Young Women's, I felt the most wonderful sense of freedom. Nobody to chase or worry about trying to keep quiet. Nobody crying to me for snacks or a drink. Just me and Andrew, sitting together, just like the old days back when we were dating. It was glorious.
As I sat there basking in the Spirit and the joy of being kidless, I told myself, "Self, you'd better enjoy this Sunday freedom. Because you only have 8 months left of it."