Home

I am home.

Safe and sound after a hilarious ride with two twenty-something guys who helped with program this week. Look, it was either them or a bus full of middle school kids.

I'm pretty sure I made the right choice considering the conversations that occurred in that beat-up, bestickered minivan. One such discussion went a little something like this...

Colt {a twenty-two year old video/tech genius currently sporting a vintage green cotton military jacket and a red bandana around his forehead}: So, guess what I gave up for Lent.

Me: I have no idea.

Colt: Just guess!

Me: Colt, I'm never going to guess. What?

Colt: Girls.

{Hysterical laughter from me and Jonathan, the other twenty-something guy who was Jason's program cohort this week.}

Me: Um, Colt? Were girls that big of a problem before Lent?

Colt: Well, yeah. Kinda. And now these two stalker girls apparently didn't get the memo that I gave them up. Kind of a problem... But, it's actually made my stock go up!

Me: Yes, of course, because you're unavailability makes you all the more attractive.

Colt: Whatever. I plan on surfing this wave as long as it will surf!

Have I mentioned that I am soooooo glad that I'm married already?

So I'm home. Savoring the bliss of the quiet around me. Gearing up to watch the UNC-Gonzaga Sweet Sixteen game on the TV right now. Ridiculously excited about sleeping in my own bed tonight.

And tomorrow I'll pick up my freckle-faced monster and steel myself for the moping that will follow when he realizes it's going to rain all weekend.

It's good to be home.