Tim and I will be celebrating twenty-five years of marriage this summer. Twenty-five years? Am I old enough to have been married that long? (Well I was 10 when we married…) I question how life passed so quickly? More importantly I question where are we going to go to celebrate? You think I’m being petty, but this is a big deal because when it comes to vacation getaways, Tim and I could not be more different.
For me it’s pretty simple: beach, chair, book, ocean and PLENTY of sunshine. That is really all I require. There is just something so soothing and tranquil about the sound of the waves combined with the smell of the salt air and the continuous breeze to keep me from getting too hot. I mean it people, this is what heaven is to me. Ahhhhhhh……
Tim on the other hand loves a vacation with a lot of doing! No sitting still for him. Whether it is exploring a nature trail, taking in the local attractions, going on a zip-line, climbing a mountain, or anything else that is NOT just being by the beach reading a book. No sir, no sitting around reading for my man. (I know, how in the world have we lasted this long?!?!?!?!)
Funny story, one of my favorite vacations was when Tim and I went to a resort in Cancun, Mexico just the two of us. I loved it so much because we did nothing but enjoy the pool, the ocean and Mexican food (again, heaven!) How did I get Tim to go for this? Well, he had his appendix out on Saturday and we left for Cancun that next Thursday. Yep, he was not allowed to do anything but rest, relax and recover. Does this make me a bad person that I enjoyed the trip so much? I’m going to say no… I just made the best of a bad situation. Right?!?!?
So you see there is a dilemma… there is also a budget. Combine the two and you’ll understand why we have no idea where we are going…yet. But you see I’m an optimist and I truly believe we will find a solution to this problem. Who knows, maybe we’ll find a beach with a zip-line over it!!
As my children grow older, I see more and more of myself and Tim in them every day. My oldest son, Will, is very much like me… poor thing! We share a love for reading, are consummate rule followers and when we are invested in something, we give no less 110%.
I love it when my boys are home, whether together or separately. Will, who is currently in Memphis, Tennessee getting his master’s degree, was home for a bit by himself and I noticed something about myself. I spend far more time reading when Will is home. Maybe it’s because he’s a reader too and will plop down on the sofa across the room from me and crack open a book. Maybe it’s because he is uber low maintenance when it comes to… ummmm… everything. Maybe it’s because he leaves no mess in his wake!!! Whatever it is, I LOVE it! How many women get to discuss book likes/dislikes with their son? How many sons/moms favorite store is a bookstore? How many women share a book collection with their son? Yes people, Will is a lot like me…
The other thing I noticed when Will was home is how dedicated to his craft he is. I had no idea at 22 what I wanted to do for the rest of my life (well other than be married to Tim of course) and here Will is not only knowing what he wants to do, but knowing where he wants to do it! Will’s heart has been stolen by urban education. He wants to make a difference in the lives of inner city kids. As I write that I think “WHO ARE YOU SON AND HOW CAN YOU BE SO SMART????” and then I think, well obviously he’s my son…. I kid! I kid! But seriously, I can hardly believe how amazing he turned out, after all everyone knows the first child is the practice child (I said being the baby in my family!)
What a joy it is being mom to this guy… at least 99% of the time!! I say this often, it is never dull in our life and that’s just the way I like it. Now excuse me while I try to think of something nice to say about the other two…
My name is Wendy and I am a reader. I feel like I’m confessing an addiction and maybe it is of sorts. I know you’re thinking, what?!?!? How can one be addicted to reading? Well, let me explain. It all started as a little girl. My parents are both avid readers, so I grew up with it being something you normally did- on vacation, at night after dinner, before going to bed. I read anything I could get my hands on from the back of cereal boxes to random magazines laying around to old newspapers to the back of products. Silly me, I though everyone was this way.
I especially loved vacation. Our vacation time was spent camping/fishing in the North Georgia Mountains and before we left town, we’d always stop by the library to check out some new books to take with us. First criteria for a book? THICK! Yes, my nine year old self wanted to find the thickest books possible because you could only check out eight books at a time. I know, only eight books for a week in the mountains?!?! Crazy huh?? So of course they had to be thick books and thick books can be hard to find. Needless to say I developed a love for all genres of literature. From historical to contemporary, chick lit to best sellers, Christian to mystery books.
The realization that I was abnormal didn’t happen until after I married. My husband and his family read but not like my family. They might read an article in a magazine or a “must read” book but they were rather tame with their reading. I’m sure they thought my hubby had lost his mind when they realized the extent of my “problem.” Let me put it this way, when my oldest son was in kindergarten, the kids went around the room discussing what their parents did for a living. Since his teacher was our friend, she relayed what Will told the whole class, “My mother reads.” My sweet firstborn thought that’s what I did….for a living!! (Oh if only it were true!!) I tried to explain to him that I did plenty of other things like house cleaning, laundry, cooking…. but I knew with certainty by the look on his face, he didn’t believe a word I was saying. Even at five they know what you really love to do.
I tried to taper off my reading once I “retired.” Thinking I needed to try to find other hobbies like ironing, cooking, cleaning. But seriously, I took a long hard look and decided I’m ok just like I am. I spend time on my Bible study (teaching teenage girls you gotta keep your game up) and our house is spotless…. (what? it’s my blog) ok, maybe not spotless in the traditional sense but clean enough, the laundry is done and one look at us tells you we’re well fed. So yesterday, I read an entire book. Nothing heavy, just what I call popcorn for the brain. Maybe I felt guilty for reading but not anymore. I have decided I’m better if I’m reading. It’s my outlet and my escape and I deserve it. So take that world!! (now I’m getting down off the soap box and on to another book.)