Last year I could totally relate to Jacki's sentiments about growing up and losing the child's sense of the term "snow day." Working for my Dad full time, I fully expected him to graciously allow me to escape the weather and stay home whenever we got a significant amount of snow. After the first few calls for "Take is slow, watch out for the crazy drivers," I began to realize I was a big girl now, and needed to get used to driving in bad weather. College at Southern my first year certainly didn't allow me to practice my winter driving. Last year I learned.
This year, with dismal hopes and the awareness that I really was in the "work world," I mentally prepared to face the blizzards in my little volkswagon bug. To my great surprise last week, I was told I better stay put, since we didn't have too much going on that day anyway. What wonderful news! It was all the more wonderful because I didn't expect it. I got oodles of fun things done I wasn't planning on having time to do. Figuring it was a one time deal, I savored it and moved on. Then today, with forecasts of snow, turning to freezing rain and ice, I got another call. Another unexpected "hurray!" I got some extra school work done, lovingly tended to my piano, and am taking a little break on here.
I think what I am learning from all of this is that is that I really am growing up. You'd think that at 21, married, and in my last year of college I'd have figured that out. Oh well, I don't catch on so quick. Even amidst this realization, God and my Dad gave me a few unexpected blessings. The real beauty is appreciating them for all their worth when they come.
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