These past three weeks since arriving home from Costa Rica have been entirely too busy. This is supposed to be summer where we kick off our flip flops as we fall backwards into a hammock with a great book and ignore all sense of time and responsibility. When it gets hot,we can jump in the pool, and then go back to the book if it was any good.
Instead we are trying to stuff an entire summer’s worth of appointments and preparations for mission trips, baby, and college into three weeks. I know once we hit the road and head for the beach in North Carolina for our family reunion we’ll be glad all the work is finished. Being gone for almost a month isn’t easy on the front or the end, but during the time away it sure feels worth it.
I keep buying books. I think if I buy a book I really want to read that I am also buying the time to read it. It would be nice if it worked that way. I’ll read a book while I brush my teeth if I have to. I don’t think I’ve gone to bed in all my forty-two years without a book under my nose. There’s always one in my purse in case I get stuck in a line that is unbearably long. Still, I don’t nearly accomplish the reading I think I hope to enjoy.
The main item for today was getting Donny to the bank to set up his bank account for college. His money has always been in our saving account and we’ve kept track of it. Now, he has his own account, a debit card and a way to manage it online. While we were in the office and the woman stepped out to make the deposit, he looked at me and said, “I feel like a man.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and do a Meryl Streep head roll as I reminded him, “You’re a man when you have a steady paycheck rolling into that account and you no longer rely on your parents.” I knew as soon as I said it that I could have just saved that one for another time.
He saved me with his sense of humor though. He said, “killjoy”. Then he pretended with his hand that he was a little birdy flying up high and I was a mama with a sniper that shot it down and it fell to the ground with a twirly bird dramatic death scene.
I’m so glad he made me laugh, because the whole jump he’s taking into his independent life makes my eyes swell and burn. I’d rather laugh than cry. I won’t even bother counting the days before he goes, they are racing towards me fast enough, I’d rather not keep track.