My mini-summer break has officially begun yesterday! I counted the days and I couldn’t believe that I have nine free days for myself to enjoy and share with my husband. No early morning wake-up calls. No rushed breakfast. No traffic. No work. This is what I love the most about being a teacher.
I designated my first day of freedom to my husband and called it “Capt. Kirk’s Day!” (His name in honor of his Star Trek’s fantasies). The idea made him grinned from ear to ear. He was ecstatic to have me for the whole day just to himself. We did go a little bit overboard: dancing like fools with Buble’s “Beautiful Day” music early in the morning; sleeping for hours when it was supposed to be just a nap; frolicking in the Gulf of Mexico like it was our first time to see the beach; and running like kids when suddenly the semi-tropical afternoon shower started pouring. As we all know unfortunately time flies when you are having fun. Before we knew it, the day had passed and we were settling in to our Saturday night ritual – the pizza party.
Time is FLEETING. It slips like a thief in the night – without warning; without deferment. Every second is filled with life that can coast on and slip by quickly. Once we’ve lost it, it’s gone.
The good thing is, last night I went to bed with no regret knowing that I’ve enjoyed every second of my first day of “liberty.”
“Sensual pleasures have the fleeting brilliance of a comet; a happy marriage has the tranquility of a lovely sunset.” by Anne Landers