I make no excuses.
Being married to me? I’m certain it ain’t easy.
Quick to cry.
(I could go on.)
Did I mention Idealistic?
What I mean by this is I come up with these ideas that sound so dreamy and beautiful and memory making and say things like, I just know it will be perfect.
And then I drag others along with me.
In my minds eye it’s so very perfect. . .
We drive toward the lake with three happy kids in the backseat. It’s quiet because it’s 5 a.m. and the kids just stare out the window while soft music pushes through the car speakers. We stop at a quaint donut shop to grab breakfast before pulling up to our destination where we lay a blanket on the damp sand. We sit in the darkness and we wait. It’s still silent, because the kids are groggy, but soon the pink and the orange break through the darkness and the ohhs and ahhs begin as three little ones experience the glorious miracle of the sun rising over the water.
In my minds eye, it’s perfection.
Sometimes, my mind’s eye needs glasses. You see, Chad gets up at 4:30 a.m. to go to work. I’m sure that he would have preferred to sleep past 5 a.m. on his first day of vacation. Instead he helped to load three kids into the backseat of the car and listened to the very loud chatter which included three thousand questions, two hundred suggestions, and 23 squabbles during the 15 minute drive to the lake.
But we made it.
Doesn’t he look thrilled? (He’s such a trooper.)
Did I mention that it was about 50 degrees? In August.
It was cold.
(I forgot to pack jackets.)
It’s August. Who needs jackets?
Charlie’s teeth chattered.
Meadow clung to Chad.
Chanelle remained silent.
They chowed down donuts quickly.
Shivering continued. Complaints were issued.
My idealistic dream began to die. . .
Until. . .
The sky did it’s thing. . .
They watched. . .
They experienced. . .
And when the sun finally showed herself in all her glory. . .
We had a consensus. . .
. . . it was worth it.
More later, Friends.
Have a beautiful Monday.