So it’s Wednesday and it’s a little gray outside. I love June gloom! It really doesn’t feel “gloomy” to me at all. For me it heralds summer. Those last weeks of school when you needed a sweater in the morning and were melting by afternoon. The polyester school uniforms didn’t exactly breath. As a child, it was my favorite time of year. We were still in school but there really wasn’t much going on. The teachers were already on vacation, or at least from a student’s perspective, it seemed that way. Year books came out and we were all trying to think of something clever to write (Have a bitchin’ summer….now there’s something cool.) maybe even coin your own hip phrase. With all that said….I wouldn’t go back for all the tea in China.
I can remember people telling me that I was not enjoying that time that way I should. They would say things like “these are the best years of your life.” I, of course, would roll my eyes in that snotty teenagery way. Did I mention I was a brat back then. I didn’t appreciate that they were really trying to help me and I was less than grateful however…..I really hated to think that those were the best days of my life. I think my actual response was something like “If this is as good as it gets, kill me now.” Snotty right? I really did believe it then and still do. Allow me to explain.
I know that I have had some really GREAT days. My wedding day is right at the top but it really is just barely because in actuality first real “date” did it for me. I have to tell you though, on my wedding day, I thanked my husband for “the best day ever” and his reply……..”so far.” He always reminds me that this whole marriage/life thing is not a sprint, it’s a marathon. I have this sinking suspicion that the best days are yet to come. The day that we got to go and bring number 4 home from the hospital was a pretty great day but he has given me so many more of those jump out of your skin wonderful days and I suspect there is more to come from him as well. All of my kids have the great ability to say one thing and I could just melt away with joy. The best years, the best days? You can’t say anything is the best until you tried them all and I think (and hope) that I have lots still to choose from. My new turn of phrase well, really my husband gets the credit….”This is the best day so far.” I hope you all have a great day!