Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Friday, December 18, 2009
I told you that I'd share the Toad-Boy plays in the snow adventure.
The number uno thing to know about Toad-Boy...his driving is...well, can I delicately say this?
His first driving experience, in a parking lot, ended when the car high centered on a concrete barrier and the oil filter busted and shot hot oil all over. (How do you top that?) His next adventure included me in the teaching seat...that's when my hair began to turn gray. He drove from his grandparents to our house, 2 miles, little traffic, DRIVING his grandparents car. All was great until we drew closer to our driveway. Here's a bit of what I remember.
"Toad-Boy! Slow down! Now. You have to turn."
"Augh. Slow. STOP! STOP! STOP!"
Crunch! Followed by hysterical laughter. Fortunately the car only lost a headlight. However, his dad had to beat on the walk-in garage door frame in order to get the door closed.
Which brings me to the snow story.
And I don't think I can do it justice here.
So, you'll just have to wait. I promise it's worth waiting for.