With the help of a few good friends who love our kids and were happy to hang out with them for an evening, my man and I got to be foot loose and fancy free at the office Christmas party in Atlanta. After a last minute wardrobe issue (Jimmy's, not mine), and after mapping ourselves to the wrong Ritz Carlton in Atlanta (who knew there were two?), and after arriving at the correct hotel at exactly party time in jeans while bosses and company owners were strolling through the same lobby in tuxes, we managed to get all spiffied up in record time for our night on the town.
I will never get tired of hanging on this man's arm and spending an entire evening listening to people tell me why he's the best boss they've ever had and how if he ever left then they would too. The fancy dinner and dancing is an added bonus.