Rachmaninov and A Thought.

Last weekend we went to Millennium Park to hear Rachmaninov and drink champagne.  They were playing Symphony No. 2, which is one of my absolute favourites.  I really can't say how much I enjoy these concerts in the park.  They're just dreamy on summer nights.  We had the perfect picnic dinner of cheese (Brie and this delectable truffle cheese from Trader Joe's), fruit, smoked trout, and crackers.  It was so lovely to get out and feel like we were on a date--something that doesn't exactly happen these days.  I realized how much I really need that "one-on-one" time with Alex (though it's not exactly one-on-one with a super cute third wheel!), especially now that Evangeline is here.  I really love love love having a baby.  Evangeline is such a joy!  And I feel like we've been eased into new-parenthood as well as possible by the kindness of family and friends, and the blessing of having a very good baby.  But something that I've been realizing more and more is that at the end of the day I'm just aching to do 'grown-up' things: go on a date, have a conversation with someone, make a nice dinner, be alone and still for just a few minutes, read a book or sew something.  It's so funny how you just take those things--the simplest things--for granted, and it's kind of scary when you realize those little luxuries don't come easily anymore, and that, though you're never alone, you feel somewhat lonely.  But that's enough of that.  For now, cheers to these cool summer nights and my lovely little family!