As posted yesterday, I’m on my girls’ trip….at the beach. I looooove the beach. Oh, don’t get jealous. I’m sure it’s beautiful where you are, too. Just not AS beautiful. And, as much as I miss my family, I’m really enjoying this lounging lifestyle where I am only responsible for Dusty Takle.
I did not call to check on the family back home once yesterday. It wasn’t intentional. I promise. How could I? I just could, I guess. So, Kris calls me last night and says, “When you go on vacation, you go on vacation! You don’t call, you don’t write, you don’t send smoke signals!” For real.
Fortunately, I think yesterday’s blog bought me some grace. I’m sure he was polishing his halo immediately after he finished his call with me. He certainly wasn’t bathing the children who have been playing on the family farm all day. After all, that’s not his gig (so, he tells me.) However, it is my wonderful mother-in-law’s gig. Thank heavens.
Well, back to beach reading and good friends all sans messy breakfasts and Candy Land.
By the way, I did get an e-mail from Kris last night updating me on the children’s activities. Kris refers to the farm as Club Med for the kids. Here is an excerpt from his update:
“JH (John Henry) and I left the house at 9:00AM for the Hangar where we saddled up the Ford 235HP tractor with the 15ft bat wing bush hog. We started on the runway area, and JH was loving it. Of course, the air-conditioned tractor made life nice and I of course had to explain to him that I didn’t have this growing up….He was good for about 2 circles then gently put his head on my left side and fell asleep. Oh, how it brought back memories of my young life and my farm days with my dad. It was the best time I have ever had with our son. He would awaken to tell me how many ant hills we had killed and then about 30 minutes later he would be out. Just like me. I guess the hum of the motor and cutter was just too much to overcome.”
What a good daddy.