Now that you’ve all got that silly Air Supply song running through your head. Last week, Dan and I traveled to Orlando, Florida for the annual Extreme Response Responders Gathering. This is, hands down, my favorite weekend of the year. OK-one of them. We get to see our friends, hear about what ER is doing around the world, dream for the future and bless our partners. It reminds me over and over again that we are so blessed to be a part of ER and of what the Lord is doing around the world.
After the conference, Sweet hubby and I did something we rarely–if ever–do. We stayed in Florida for another three days, and had some “us” time. We don’t get much of this. Demanding jobs, four kids, neurotic dachshund who takes it personally if anyone else shows me the slightest bit of affection…date night around here usually consists of SH running me to the grocery store to pick something up for dinner because I once again failed to plan ahead. Romantic, I know. We spent three wonderful days together, and I am grateful beyond words for the time that we had.
We were blessed with two tickets to Sea World, so on Tuesday we headed for the Land of Shamu. We went to all the shows, ate dinner in a restaurant that has sharks swimming around while you eat, rode the roller coasters…Yup. I rode TWO roller coasters. Me, who gets nervous if the car I’m riding in doesn’t have one of those handle things over the door to clutch. Two roller coasters. Including one that you ride flipped backwards and staring at the ground. I was quite proud of me. Of course when we exited, I couldn’t walk a straight line. Not being able to walk a straight line is pretty normal for me-my inner gyroscope, or whatever that thing is that keeps you balanced, is defective. I couldn’t pass a sobriety test to save my life…stone cold sober. I’m blind in my right eye, and it causes me to sort of wander off in that general direction, whether I intend to or not. When we were dating, Dan used to walk to the right of me, with his hand on the back of my neck. People thought it was so romantic that he needed that constant connection. Nothing romantic about it–he was steering. He didn’t appreciate me running into him constantly. And he couldn’t walk to the left of me, or I would invariably wander off into the crowd and he would have to come find me.
Wednesday we went to this fabulous outlet mall, because when you’re in the States, they have stores with real sales and clothes that fit you and shoes in your size…it’s glorious. I had been to this outlet mall the previous Friday with the ER girls, and wanted to check it out again when I had more time. I was looking for one store in particular. We walked (he walked, I wandered) the mall several times and couldn’t find it. I kept stubbornly insisting that it was there and that they had just left if off of the map (Don’t laugh. That would happen down here.) Finally, I asked someone. She informed me that the store I was looking for was at the OTHER outlet mall. I wish I could accurately describe the look on my poor hubby’s face when he realized that we were, indeed, going to go find that other outlet mall. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon at this point, and he had been driving the car and steering the wife since 8:00 that morning. This is a man who HATES to shop.
Many of you either prayed for or cared for our children while we were gone. In spite of what you might have read on Facebook, they were never in any danger. The drama was purely for our entertainment, and to make us feel guilty for leaving them here while we had the nerve to spend some time focusing on each other instead of on them. They, of course, didn’t mind a bit once we got home and they figured out just exactly how much of the 300 pounds of stuff we hauled back was actually for them.
I love this Sweet Hubby of mine more than words. I treasured the time we spent together, just talking and dreaming and steering…After 25 years, I can honestly say it just keeps getting better. Except for my directional handicaps. It’s good to have a man who will keep me from wandering off into the path of oncoming traffic simply because he likes having me around and isn’t finished with me yet.