My son recently returned from his honeymoon. (It was delayed due to school) It was a much anticipated event, of course. They went to Durango, Colorado with plans of skiing, sledding, and snowmobiling. It should have been a wonderful, event filled, romantic week. But it wasn’t.
The morning of their departure, they awoke to a dead car battery. (An omen perhaps?) After getting it fixed, they headed out, a bit delayed but still with high expectations. By the time they arrived at their condo, however, Ryan had a full blown head cold, headache, and fever. He spent the next two days feeling miserable, while dear, sweet Kali, tenderly cared for him.
When he finally began to improve, they ventured out to a Mexican restaurant where Kali got food poisoning and spent the rest of the night throwing up. That was followed by her catching Ryan’s head cold and so it became Ryan’s turn to give tender care. In many ways, it was a rather miserable week for the two of them, but even if they had felt better, their dreams of snow sports probably wouldn’t have materialized—due to the constant snow storms and the ever present avalanche warnings.
And so they returned home somewhat disappointed, but grateful to finally be feeling healthy again, and back where the sun could warm their hearts and souls.
I am so sorry to say that when he told me his woeful tale, I laughed. Oh, I felt sorry for them, I really did. And I will probably have to repent for my laughter, but in some ways it just struck me as funny. Just as it did when I saw my daughter the day after her wedding when we met at the airport for our flight to Colorado, and she told me she had been up all night with the stomach flu. She spent her wedding night with her head in the toilet and her dear husband standing behind her holding back her hair. Now that is true love! (Little did he know he would spend the next nine months watching her be sick as well:-)
I gave my son the same advice I gave my daughter . . . life would go on, better moments were ahead, and someday they would see the humor in it all.
So, I was telling my friend Lisa all of this at lunch yesterday, and she said, “Isn’t it funny how we look forward to these special events, thinking they are going to be so wonderful, when the real joys in life are usually found in just day to day living.” I had to laugh at that. Isn’t it so true? I mean I love having events to look forward to. I love to plan parties and thoroughly enjoy going on exciting vacations. And I always love a new adventure. But I also had spent the morning at the computer working on my seminary lesson when Lisa called and said, “Meet me in a few minutes at Paradise Bakery for lunch.” And so I dropped everything, ran out the door and met Lisa. And sitting there, visiting with her, one of the very best women I know, was truly one of the simple good times in life and brought great . . . joy to my journey.