Cave Time

Graham and I are both incredibly blessed to grow up where we did and to live in San Francisco.  Our parents, siblings and nieces and nephews are all living within the bay area.  We live in such a great city that we have friends from high school, college, grad school, and work living here as well to play with.  We both have jobs that we absolutely love and we become completely ensconced with.  We are blessed!

But sometimes being surrounded with all this great activity leaves little time for just the two of us to hang….and I’m not meaning staring brain dead at “New Girl”.  I mean “cave time.”  What is cave time?  Well, that’s a little saying I made up when we were first married.  Cave time is a time when we turn off our cell phones, stop checking our e-mails, Instagram or sports updates; we don’t go to the bars with our friends or the outings with our families and we try our hardest to not talk about work.  We build a little cave where we can just cherish each other.  It sounds cheesy but we both look forward to cave time.

We try to reserve our Sundays for “cave time.”  However, starting tomorrow, we are going to relish in an entire week of it.  We’re off to Hawaii for our baby moon.  The plans include: wake up late, bike ride to the fresh squeezed smoothie shop, head to beach with book, layout, read and swim, come back home, make a cocktail/mocktail and bring that to our little beach to watch the sunset, go for an evening walk, come home and make a fish dinner go to bed early and repeat.  I can’t wait!!  And a huge thank you to Graham’s parents for lending us their place so that we can relish in this time before our cave gets a bit more crowded with the most precious gift of a little one.