Spring Break

Today is the last official day of Spring Break. I chose to remain in Kentucky for several reasons: (1) Surgery recovery, (2) Oral Comps - that didn't work out, and (3) I am (for the most part) a home body.

I was able to get quite a bit of rest, and was also able to get quite a bit of studying done and a paper finished. However, I was only able to play outside in the garden one day because the rest of the time it was either raining or too wet after recent rains. The inside of my house never looked better, and I still managed to make it to the tanning bed to get some of those much needed ultraviolet rays.

The most important thing I did over the break was spend time with Comanche and Alex. Alex will be leaving us soon (which I just can't talk about right now) and Comanche will soon start his job. That leaves very little time for us. I have mixed feelings about all of this because on the one hand, I am so very proud of my son. He is an outstanding person and I wish I could take credit for it, but only God has the power to adequately raise a son. On the other hand, I want him to stay young for as long as possible. In three very short years, my baby will go off to college - then where will I be? I suppose the natural order of things is to sit back and enjoy the fruits of labor with Jeff.

It is funny how memories keep popping up when I think about life here without Comanche's everyday presence. Once, the three of us were eating at Red Lobster. Comanche was about 5 and was very tired so he laid his head in my lap at the table. I looked down and smiled at his precious baby face just as he asked me to marry him. I tried very hard to overcome the explosion in my heart because I knew that I had to let him down seriously but with love and compassion. Comanche was very rarely a child - he always had grown up conversations. So I explained (very gently) that I was already married to his daddy and that we were very much in love. Comanche became very pensive and quiet, but I felt sure he was okay because he kept his head in my lap. We finished eating and after paying the check got up to leave. Comanche grabbed my purse, slung it over his tiny shoulder, and dramatically sashayed out of Red Lobster. (His tiny baby butt was swinging as far left and then right as he could possibly swing.) As we were hitting the door, he turned to me and said, "I bet Dad would never do THIS for you." I turned to look at Jeff and noticed the three elderly ladies walking behind us. Apparently, they had been sitting at a table near us and had overheard the marriage conversation because one of them smiled and said, "I would marry the guy who wanted to carry my purse for me."