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Thursday, August 29, 2013

How can you tell you're in love . . .

. . . with your AP Language class?

Something about the way the students groan when the bell rings, then say, "We need to come to school earlier."

And how can you tell you're in love with your daughter?

You just know. Even before your water breaks at Kentucky Fried Chicken you know. And even after your heart breaks as she goes off to college you know.

But now she has gone off to study abroad in Paris. In other words, she's living my dream.

I would have lived my dream myself, if I hadn't decided to live my dad's dream of studying abroad in Isreal.

I could have lived my dream with my daughter if I hadn't decided to live my grandmother's dream of teaching high school.

Maybe someday, after I die, my granddaughter will live my dream of blogging across America in a van down by the river with my dog and my Nutribullet.


Sometimes I lay awake at night and think about how far away my daughter lives.

Instead of counting sheep I count miles. That's how I can tell I'm in love.

From God's view, I look like this, only with bigger hair.


 


Only a few days ago I could walk down the hall and down the stairs to reach my daughter.

Only a few months ago I didn't even have to get out of bed to talk with her through the closet between our rooms.

Only a few years ago, I could rub my belly and feel her reassuring kick.

But now she's in Paris.


She also got her mission call to Nashville, and she leaves one week after she returns from Paris.

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I couldn't be happier.



At least I've got my AP Language class.

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6 comments:

Funny Farmer said...

You mean when you signed the Mommy Contract you didn't see the fine print about how one day they would leave you and go be awesome somewhere far away and you would miss it?

Yeah, me neither. :(

The Crash Test Dummy said...

Yes, I saw it, but I'm pretty sure I thought, "yeah, right. That'll never happen to me."

For some reason it is comforting to see your little chick with the ozzi. Where did your daughter get called to?

Emily Anne Leyland ( Art-n-Sewl) said...

Oh, poor mama! She is going to have the time of her life though. I can't imagine the day mine start to leave. Hugs xoxo

Unknown said...

I thought I was holding up pretty well until you somehow read my mind AND my heart and wrote what I couldn't. Thanks for expressing it so well...I think I'm in love. At least I still have my porch swing. (Which she used to always sleep on)

robin said...

I'm so old that I forgot what my dreams are so I'm making up new ones.

I'm glad I visited your blog today. You always make me smile.

Becca said...

I had all kinds of smart things to say, but then I got something in my eyes and I can't see anymore.