My American Travel Adventure: Day 3
Yesterday was Day 3 of my American travel adventure, and compared to Saturday, it is almost wonderfully uneventful. I’m mostly just hanging out with my daughter, drinking coffee, reading, and enjoying some quiet time together.
She is cleaning. She does that a lot.
The house feels more like a late-fall camping trip than Florida. Apparently, she keeps the thermostat set at a temperature suitable for curing meat. I keep turning it up, and she keeps turning it back down, followed by me getting yelled at. Some things never change. Although, I suppose a few things have. My little girl is now a grown woman with her own home, her own routines, and very strong opinions about the proper temperature of a house.
We did order some tasty egg sandwiches, and I’ve spent some time noodling around on the computer, reading, and petting her cats. Or at least the cats that have decided I am sufficiently trustworthy to be touched. The others prefer to observe me from a safe distance, apparently still gathering evidence.
Late in the afternoon we did head over to my son’s house for dinner, and I’ll stay there for the next three days. He is off from work, so I’ll get some good time with him and the grandkids. Those are the moments I really look forward to when I’m away from home in Brazil.
That’s pretty much today so far. And honestly, I’m perfectly happy with that.
Saturday I was at a play area surrounded by a small army of screaming children, multiple birthday parties, and enough noise to make me question every life decision that brought me there. Sunday was, coffee, books, cats, and my daughter sounds pretty close to perfect.
There is something special about being able to slow down and simply spend time with your children, especially when they aren’t children anymore.
You look at them and, for a moment, you can still see the little kid you remember. Then you look again and realize they have built a life of their own. You remember the years that went by faster than you expected, the ordinary days that seemed insignificant at the time, and how somehow those are the days you remember most.
I’m very proud of my daughter and the person she has become. I’m also grateful for this quiet day with her, even if she does get a little scratchy when I touch the thermostat
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