Jerry and I just returned from our first honeymoon since having children. JUST what the doctor ordered.

My parents have been married for 42 years. The reason that they still LIKE each other is that they used to take frequent honeymoons — without children — to remind each other why they got together in the first place. Such wisdom!

This weekend (I know it was Sunday through Wednesday, but I’m calling it a weekend anyway), I now understand totally and completely the value in that sentiment. My parents are wise people.

I fell in love with Jerry all over again.

He took me to Disney World, and we were completely selfish the whole time — doing what WE wanted to do, seeing what WE wanted to see, and not having to answer to ANYone else. It was bliss. Monday night, we rode the Tower of Terror three times and the Rock & Roller Coaster (starring Aerosmith) four times, running back and forth between the rides. I *LOVE* roller coasters. Apparently, I’m quite the screamer. GOD, that was fun.

We did almost all of the biggest attractions at WDW, except for the water parks. In light of my recent surgery, we decided that water slides would be…. uh…. painful for me. So we skipped that.

Last night we went to see Cirque du Soleil’s “La Nouba.” WOW. All I can say is WOW. It’s the third CdS show I’ve seen, and absolutely amazing. Jerry asked me what my favorite thing was. And I listed about five. The main thing, though? The background performers. When the main attraction was going on over/downstage, the people in the background just blew. me. away. I LOVE how Francon just manages to be so subtle… So that a HUGE (50-foot) setpiece can suddenly be there onstage and its entrance was so seamless that you didn’t even notice? Or that five people can walk across upstage, in formation, and ADD to the flavor of the performance rather than distracting you from what’s really supposed to be the center of attention. It was inspiring. I would DEFINITELY go again. And again. Wow.

We came home to a suspicious Alice and a busy Helen, but as soon as we sat on the floor, we were smothered by our girls for about an hour. What a blessed homecoming.

It’s good to be us. I love you, Jerry!