Goin'

I'm packing my bags and I'm headed to the big city for a weekend spent with my best friend, doing some of my favorite things, in celebration of her birthday. And I am excited.
I am excited to go to bars and talk to strangers. And I am excited to dance so much that my legs feel wobbly underneath me. And I am excited to eat delicious food and drink too much and to laugh and laugh and laugh.
But in order to do these things that I love, I have got to leave some people I love, my little people. Because sometimes the things you love are mutually exclusive. Babies in bars aren't cool.
So this weekend my mama will wake to comfort my little boy while I ride the subway. This weekend my dad will read to Sena while I calculate the tip on our tap. This weekend someone else will kiss Gus when he hurts himself while I walk without a sling or a stroller.
And I'll miss them. And I'll be glad to come home, but while I'm gone, I'm gonna live it up.

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