What I Spent It On

I might have been thankful for generous friends, but I still had some money to spend…so I asked you what you would spend it on. Most of you said you’d spend some extra money on pampering yourselves – pedicures, massages, and new clothes seemed to be the most popular. I considered them, I really did.

But I kept thinking about my husband.

In the midst of people’s generosity to me, their desire to see me rested and cared for…he doesn’t have a cadre of readers spoiling him and worrying about his mental health. (Maybe he should blog…) So I decided to split it with him. That wasy original plan. A 50/50 split of us splurging. It was a fun thought…which made me think of fun.

He doesn’t get to play. When I went to Edel, he stayed with the kids. When I made an ill-fated trip through Buffalo, Texas, he stayed with the kids. He always stays with the kids. He likes it that way. His idea of an exciting weekend includes a mandatory trip to the farmer’s market to talk to the beekeepers….about bees…

We’re a classic case of yin and yang. That’s why we work, but I wanted him to have a chance to play….so we left the kids at home and went to the water park.

We splurged on the line jumper passes (which were well worth the price), and spent 11 hours of screaming and whooping our way down one slide after another.

Halfway through the day, he was grinning the carefree grin he wore when we were dating. 

He was such a good sport about everything, that when he decided to do the slide which was a near-vertical seven story drop, I sucked up my fear of heights and went with him. That tower was high, y’all, and it swayed the tiniest bit in the wind but I was determined to not have to do the walk of chicken shame back down to the bottom. Once I was up there, the only way down was on a slide….and I’m no longer standing up there.

It was a day of fun and play. It was such a gift for me to be able to bless him with what I had been given, and for that I am most grateful to my friends. In caring for me, they gave me the ability to care for him.

So that’s what I spent it on. A screaming, dizzying, play-filled day without my children. A day of reminding the man I married of the boy he was when I fell head over heels for him. A total splurge on nothing but a silly memory, which is sometimes the best kind of splurge after all.

Look! He’s smiling!!!!

Okay, funny story from Saturday. We were taking a picture and this random kid came up and asked to be in our picture because she “likes being in pictures.” Her mom kept apologizing, but we let her do it, so this is us with Makayla…and we don’t have any clue who she is.

(I hate the way I look in this pic because I’m standing weird, but I love it because he’s smiling a non-picture-face smile, and…Makayla…who I’m sure is awesome  and isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants in life.)

The End