“Let’s go for a drive,” he said.
Chad needed to check on a research trial in a not-too-far Iowa barn. The temperature needed to be high for the observation, and the next day was going to be a scorcher.
“But, it’s Sunday.” I can sure pout when I want to. (Just ask my mom.)
What else am I going to do on a sunny Sunday afternoon? Clean? The bathroom can wait for another day. Fold the laundry? Ain’t nobody got time for that, ever. Lay on the couch and read a book or chat with my husband about nothing at all? Might as well do that in the car, I guess. So the next day after church, off we went on a Sunday drive.
It’s always a battle, this flexibility and constant change in our schedule. We’re on the road a lot. We’re gone from home for work a lot. I fight for balance, fight to maintain our own space and some semblance of a schedule and I love our life in Omaha and I refuse to end up at the end of my life, sitting in the office because that’s where I’ve always been and there’s no where else to go.
But I also know that these days are few. The business strategy will change and our jobs will change and littles may come someday (no I’m not pregnant) and our life will change. These days of open roads and open skies and the time for a lazy drive in the country will not last forever.
The tassels on the corn are darkening and the leaves will turn and seasons will change. I’m learning to enjoy every moment of this one before it ends.