At first, it was weird and unfamiliar to be out, just the two of us, at night, in a restaurant. We talked for a while about Anna. We wondered what she was up to at home. We stared at the cell phone, wondering if it'd ring. We hoped she was sleeping and eating. As we settled into the evening, we talked about the highlights of the last roller coaster of year - getting married, our big trip, becoming pregnant, preparing for a baby & then her actual arrival. We talked about the everyday normal, non-climactic events of our first year of marriage too. We tried to suppose how this evening would've gone had we not had Anna yet. Oddly, neither of us could even begin to guess. Just eight weeks in and she's changed us that much.
By nine o'clock dinner was done & we were headed home. By old standards, it was an early night. By current standards, we were pooped. As we approached home, the nervousness returned. We crept quietly up the sidewalk, listening for the uncontrollable wails that we expected. We opened the door to find our happy baby, on the sitters lap, playing with a rattle. She had eaten, but not napped while we were out and she was pooped too. A quick bottle and she was off to bed. We were not far behind. And then, we got the best anniversary gift of all. Anna slept the whole night through. The whole night.
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