As the garage door was coming down behind us he turned the key and took it out of the ignition; we looked at each other and simultaneously sighed. Two of our three were sleeping in the back seats, the third was sitting quietly. The sighs were one part relief, we made it through both church and lunch out without any major meltdowns, and one part dread of the project that awaited us on the other side of the door. It's not so much the project itself, organizing the storage room, that is causing the emotional unrest (though it is difficult to make much headway with three small ones under feet) it's the meaning behind it. If it is God's will, this project is a first small step in the giant leap of what is to come.
"If you could fast-forward 10 years, but still have all the good memories, would you do it?" he asked me.
"And miss the next 10 years of these guys growing up? No way" I told him.
"You wouldn't miss it, you'd still have all the good memories of those years, it'd just be 10 years in the future."
I sat and thought, it's an interesting proposition - I'd be 44, the boys 15, 13, 11, theoretically we should be through these challenging toddler years where we have absolutely no time for ourselves, the economy should, hopefully, be better and, if things go as planned, we'd be living the future of our dreams. Plus, I'd get to keep all of the good memories of the last 10 years.
I looked at him and shook my head, "No. The lessons come from the challenging times. This is when we learn the most."
Happy weekend, everyone!
(sunrise pictures from two Saturday's ago - Keaton and I sat in my office for over a half hour just waiting for this to come up.)