This whole babymoon idea, this "theory" perhaps may seem like a Hallmark holiday designed to rope in eager parents to be on to this notion that we MUST get away before the baby arrives and LIFE ENDS. I saw it as a way to toast to us both. These past 31 weeks have been a ride. It's been of the kiddieville level of slow and steady excitement..and at times as scary as one's first time ever on the Thunderbolt at Kennywood. But we've held hands. Tugged on the same end of the rope. And formed an additional layer to our relationship that is a gift itself. For all that and more...THAT'S what we were celebrating on our getaway to Miami.
And getting a tan. (Hey pregnancy hormones! Thanks for the additional melanin and allowing me to actually bronze a bit;)
And laughing about how the last time I was in Miami was for the fabulous Elizabeth's bachelorette weekend and Lee on his own bachelor party. My how my look has changed! Points earned for wearing this Splendid non-mat skirt as a dress? I think so.
*The Raleigh Hotel: perfect hidden gem. I say hidden in that it was a small, boutique hotel without the quasi B&T vibe you sometimes get at say the Gansevoort, etc. Throwback Miami style hideaway with the art deco meets old hollywood flair elements around every corner. Daybeds at the pool, wading area perfect for me to float my belly and stretch, and virgin pina coladas on the menu. Sold.
*Barton G & Casa Tua: their differences abound but both can argue for best restuarant status in South Beach. Barton G was a bit on the theatrical side for Lee (not surprising in the least, Lee's favorite restaurants in NYC tend to be of the Scalinetella or Keen's Steakhouse persuasion---old school, limited menu or no menu, family style shared sides, pasta and meat that melt before your utensil even touches it). I, however, loved Barton G. I am a sucker for the add-ons and loved the conversation that each course lended to us. (Our popcorn shrimp actually came spilled out from a movie theater popcorn box. C'mon that's cute.) Casa Tua was simply a treat start to finish. Romantic, homey and exquisite service. All intentions of making our way the following night to Prime Italian were cancelled as I wasnt sure I'd be able to fit in my seat on the flight home. Sidenote: my stomach has shrunk and only accepts 6 small meals/day.
We may have been the first ones decked out leaving for dinner most nights (the bellhops loved the bump), and most definitely the first couple back in after a "night" out in Miami but it was simply fabulous. Because in just 8weeks 1day away, our new tiny boss of the Markle household is set to arrive and while I know we will have grandparents to watch our little one for a day or two or even (gasp!) a weekend away...it will never be this carefree again. There will be checkins and "oh we miss her" moments because that's what (in my mind) happens when you become a parent. You just cant help it. But in Miami, we helped ourselves to extra desserts , cheersed to each other (my husband made me happy cry over zucchini tempura) and to the journey.