As I sit here tonight, I realize that no matter what I do, time seems to move faster than I can imagine. I work hard to slow it down. I try to cherish every single moment, but like everyone, my attempts are often futile.
Work happens, whether I like it or not. The lawn needs mowed, the house needs cleaned. No matter how many minutes I try to "save" each day, something happens to eat up all the extras.
And now Hunter has a feeling of that too. Getting up at 5:30 in the morning to get to work by 7am makes for along day. The endless hours of sitting up at night are quickly exchanged for a few extra hours of sleep. The minutes between quitting time and bed time are filled with dinner, dishes and all of the other things that didn't get done during the day.
BUT. We have a week. One short week without work, before he's due to report back to school. I'm sitting at camp, anxiously awaiting their arrival. We have four days of no work, no commitments, no clocks. We'll sleep late, eat too much, laugh too much, watch too many movies. We'll use all of the gas in the golf cart and maybe even grab a dip in the pool.
I'll cherish every single moment...and hopefully they'll last a little longer here than they do at home.
But before we get started on all of our fun, I want to tell Hunter exactly how proud of him I am. Not one missed day of work...actually, not one minute. He worked a week longer than the other interns, just for the experience. He's learned what FICA is, how expensive a daily commute can be and how much fun a work outing can be.
But most of all, he learned responsibility, work ethic and the value of a paycheck.
And I learned that my oldest is all grown up.
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