Grady and I enjoyed 26 and one half hours away from our kids this weekend. Not that I was counting the clock constantly. It was more like, "Really?! It's time to go home already? Didn't we just leave?"
Friday afternoon we left cloudy Charlotte and arrived in sunny Asheville. We enjoyed the two hour drive and the chance to talk. When Grady pulled up to the valet at the Grand Bohemian Hotel I knew I was in for a treat.
With the Blue Ridge Mountains as the backdrop, our hotel was in the heart of Biltmore Village. Quaint and rustic decor. A beautiful room with a giant tub that had me asking Grady if we could delay dinner reservations so I could enjoy a long soak.
Okay, it wasn't a surprise Jason and Celia were there. We'd planned this getaway sort of last minute and everything came together wonderfully. Overnight childcare can be a challenge, but not this time! Coinciding schedules and calendars can be difficult, but not this time! We were four giddy-because-we-were-without-kids friends that were ready for a relaxing time together.
It wasn't until almost midnight that evening that I thought to myself, "Hhmmm. I wonder how the kids are doing. Maybe I should have called the sitter." And that friends was the extent of it. I was completely checked out from life back at home and was fully in the moment of being with my husband and friends.
We spent almost three hours touring the home, enjoyed a delicious lunch in the refurbished horse stable, and took a quick walk through the winery. Because the day was getting late and the wind was blowing, we didn't explore the gardens or the farm areas. Not a problem, I told Grady, it just means we have to go back again in warmer weather!
All good things must come to an end, however. Here I am on Sunday evening and I've already exchanged a couple of texts with Celia. We wonder if we can go back sometime soon. Sometimes soon like, well, now. Annalyse dropped her plate of food at dinner and Micah wet his pants because he didn't want take a break and stop playing a game. I have a dishwasher to empty and a stuffy-nosed little girl who I suspect will be up once or twice tonight. Celia has her own tales of woe.
The Grand Bohemian Hotel and the Biltmore Estate are so far away.