"The Single Most Thrilling Moment of my Life"...

As my husband was putting the first piece of drywall in place on the ceiling in the basement, he turns to me and asks if it was everything I had hoped it would be. Needless to say, I've been wanting this project to get underway and with the materials sitting in the basement there wasn't much of an excuse. As exciting as it was seeing that first piece of a very large ceiling go into place, it wasn't as I had teased "the single most thrilling moment of my life". This movie quote prompted me to ask my husband what has the most thrilling moment been in his life. As he usually does with deep questions like this, he hesitates to answer and says "This is a question with no right answer and a whole lotta wrong ones." While I can appreciate his thoughts on my question, I still wanted an answer. I assumed his answer had something to do with his career as a fireman, but his answer was "Well, there's nothing quite like standing on a football field with 30,000 people yelling and cheering." He was referring to his Phantom Regiment days. Then Tony turned the question on me.

What was the most thrilling moment in my life? I didn't... I don't have an answer, and even if I did, it would pale in comparison to my husbands. Any moments in my life that I would consider thrilling, he would have been right by my side. I have many, many fond and favorite memories... becoming a mommy for the first time and then again for the second time, becoming someones wife, living my own dream come true as I laid eyes on the Disney castle for the first time, learning forgiveness that was long overdue, seeing a daisy with new eyes, knowing God's will was being done and that He was using me to make a difference... so many times in my life have brought me to this place. Yet I can't lay a finger on a single moment and call it the best. In a way I feel cheated. Why can't I recall the best moment of my life? Did it pass me by without appreciation? Then I think that maybe my moments are all so precious that I can't choose one over another. I live a fairly simple life with simple plans and hopes. My expectations are simple and fairly few, despite what my husband would say.

As I go one with my night and with the days to come, I know this question will be tucked away in the back of my mind. I hope I find contentment as I continue to search for the answer.

A ho-hum day...

Today was cloudy and overcast just like my mood. It seems I only blog when I'm needing to get something off my chest and words seems to be my best medicine.

Today I got up and went to my school to talk to some potential incoming PTA students about the program. It's a time to have questions answered and hear a little bit of reality about the program before they commit. A second year student was there speaking as well, and I found her to be a little ray of sunshine in this otherwise drab day. She talked about how much she struggled the first year of the program, which is where I am, and then she talked about how much better the second year is. The PTA program is a 2 year, 5 semester, program. I'm in my 3rd semester of my first year. I'm looking forward to a schedule of lighter bookwork and more clinical experience. How I would love to be in her shoes... in a month she takes her boards for certification. A year from now that will be me. I will be 32 years old and just stepping into a career. I've missed so much time. Almost daily I regret the day where I let my high school academic advisor stear me wrong. I'm looking forward to my summer, though. I have no classes and no job. I get to spend the summer with my girls. I have big plans; sun, camping, sun, swimming, and more sun. I can't wait. Only 17 more class days!