The tears dripped down my face, but my mouth smiled as I closed the cover of my book. I am an avid reader. My mom likes to say that once I started reading I never stopped. I will read anything, but I love a hard cover book. Like anyone, I have my favorite series and the related characters as well as my favorite authors. Why do I love these books? It’s because there is an expectation from that author of a certain enjoyable quality. It may not be everyone’s taste, but since it’s my author list, it doesn’t matter. Then there are books that I just come across and read because I felt the draw or sometimes the recommendation. Sometime, I simply like the character. Following a character through a series of books is truly a gift and a well-written book makes you miss that character when the story has ended. Like many, I think about these characters in my real life, but for the most part, they live on the page, and come alive each night when I open my book. Tonight happened to be a night that I finished my book. Just like any good book, it left me wanting more. I want to hear the rest of the character’s lives. But, it was a beautiful ending in which all the pieces came together, and thus, the tears slip down my cheeks.
We were invited to my husband’s cousins birthday party. He is 8 and he is a huge sports person. He will play any sport and for a kid he is pretty good. Due to all of this, his birthday is sports themed. It is also a surprise party for an 8 year old. In order to make it a true surprise we only found out about the party on Friday for a Saturday party. Now this is pretty typical of my husband’s cousin. Ali. We are not allowed to park at the house. We have to park down the road and get shuttled in by family cars. Yes, this party is quite the endeavor.
So, we get to the party via the shuttle at exactly 4:30 as we were told. And then we were put to work. We decorated a basketball cake with Reese pieces. We placed pepperoni on pizza to mimic the shape of a basketball. We also arranged carrots and olives in the shape of a basketball. We even hung up balloons and streamers and lanterns all sports themed. This is not surprising though given this family. They are the nicest people and they are very generous with gifts, but the will wrap then when they got to the shower and will sometimes even ask for tape at your house. Essentially, nothing about this party is surprising. Including that the birthday boy who was supposed to be here with his dad at 5 is still not here at 6. Happy Birthday!
I was upstairs putting laundry away, and I heard a rustling downstairs. I knew it was my husband, so I wasn’t alarmed, but I was curious. We had both been running around all day. Cleaning, organizing, accomplishing all of those weekend tasks that homeowners have. So, I yelled down, “Whatcha doing?”.
His quick reply was “Nothing.”
Knowing that I didn’t recognize the sound, thus my curiosity, I continued, “Can I help you?”
I could hear him almost snicker and reply, “No, why, what do you think I’m doing?”.
“I’m not sure, that’s why I’m asking.”
The next thing I know, he’s running up the stairs and smiling at me. I smile back and he begins his story.
He has brought up our beach chairs from the basement because he is hoping to box them up to take on our Spring Break trip. This is actually as crazy as it sounds, but let me explain.
My husband travels for work. Since he is a frequent traveler, as I have mentioned before, he gets some perks from flight companies. One such perk is the opportunity to check several bags at no cost. I have admittedly taken advantage of this on several occasions when we travel together, relishing in the fact that I can bring liquids that are more than 3 ounces. Now, though, he has thrown me for a loop. He is going to check our beach chairs. I didn’t know you could do this, but I am pretty happy.
The vacation we have planned is 7 days on the beach. We are staying in a condo, so some hotel amenities aren’t available. Knowing this, though, I just planned to buy a chair along with the groceries we would use for breakfast and lunch. Now, I am a beach person. I will lay on the beach, properly sunscreened, of course, from early am until later dinner time. I will read magazines and books, and I will be the happiest person ever. I will eat and sit back down. I will walk up to the bathroom and sit back down. I might dip my toes in the water, and then, sit back down. I will literally sit and brown on the beach for 7 days. So, the beach chair is very important and my husband knows this. This, is why he snickers as he retells his plan. He thinks that he is very clever – which I suppose he is. I guess, I’ll just enjoy the chair and wonder how we’ll package them back up to bring home.
The day outside my window is gray and the rain falls steady, forming puddles on the sidewalk and moistening the grass into green and mud. Few people walk outside and those that do gather their items close to their bodies and duck their heads to avoid the streams of rain. They don’t hurry though.
The quote of the day enticed me to consider, “If we’re lucky, the sentences will hold, the paragraph will retain its beauty and poise, and the essay will snap into place. Then there are those other times.”