I’ve spent the last few weeks living out of a suitcase.
Here, there and everywhere.
I’ve been to New York, Florida, the beautiful distant shores of Alabama and a few other places in between.
I’ve seen the ocean at sunrise and almost randomly got attacked by Cookie Monster in Times Square and feasted on local seafood and toured an historic home and shopped at salvage yards and Target and watched actors dance across the stage at a Broadway play.
It was fun.
But I’ve been so busy eating and touring and shopping that somewhere along the way….
…..I missed Decades Day.
You know…..Decades Day.
The one day in elementary school everyone looks forward to where you get to dress up like a person from a distant decade long, long ago before they had cell phones and internet and color television.
Like the eighties.
Last week I got a frantic Face Time call in the hotel room asking me if I had any legwarmers.
During the video phone call….the scene was chaotic.
I was patiently trying to explain how to make a legwarmer out of the sleeve of a sweater to one of the twins while her sister was holding up a red lipstick tube and stick with blue eye shadow as her brother jumped off the bed behind her trying to make a layup off the wall. Someone else was singing in the background….
….as a piece of bacon floated through the air.
There was laughing and yelling and jumping and eye-rolling and make-up applying and giggling. And during the video phone call, somehow we managed to make leg warmers and apply blue eye shadow and discuss taking the basketball outside and putting the bacon on a sandwich in the kitchen.
After solving the problems of the world, twenty minutes later, I was off the phone.
And there I sat alone in my incredible hotel room with its Egyptian cotton sheets and down comforters and beautiful, well-appointed surroundings….
….where peace and quiet and elegance reigned supreme.
And I cried.
This blogging journey has been amazing.
There are days when I pinch myself.
And I am so grateful and thankful and overwhelmed at all the opportunities I have been given.
But the thing is….all of these little moments and this chaos and the ordinary bits of joy and Decades Day are flying by faster than the speed of light.
Speeding by in an instant. And one day I’ll blink and they will be gone.
And that I realized that I would trade all the experiences and trips and fancy dinners and expensive down comforters….
….to watch a piece of bacon sail through the air.
I didn’t pause.
I didn’t stop.
I packed my bags and headed home early.
I told myself this was the last trip for a long while. And I made it in time to see a baseball game and watch my son’s triple and hear all about Decades Day and the Fifties and the Nineties and the Eighties and to see the leg warmers for myself and to check out the blue eye shadow and to listen to the stories with giggles and laughter…..
….and make BLT’s for dinner. 🙂
PS I took all of these amazing pictures at a salvage yard called Charles Phillips.
And wait until you see the basket I left with. 🙂
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