The other night Derek walked in to get ready for bed. I was already in bed, reading. This is usually the time when I like to hash out all of the world's problems (or just the details of the day depending on my mood). We joke that typically his "words" are all used up, while mine are in overtime. But he stopped and we chatted for quite a while…
It all started with us discussing whether or not to get a pool. We are heavily considering it…even have bids from pool builders. But it leads us to ask questions of ourselves. Do we want to stay in this house? If not, where would we go? Do we want to go live out in the country and have goats and chickens and pigs and alpacas? I would love that really – I love the thought of the kids having to do the work of caring for animals like that.
Then that lead to our often-discussed conversation about schooling – particularly when it comes to our Jacob. Should he attend the public middle school here that sounds like a not-so-happy place? Should we homeschool on our new farm? Should we not build a pool so we could instead pay for a private christian school for him?
Then we talked about work…Derek's work. Does he enjoy it? Is he happy? Does he want to look for something else? What does he REALLY want to do with his career?
Which then lead to the conversation of being "grown-ups". THIS – this life, this wonderful house, these wonderful children – THIS was as far as we had dreamed. We're there. We've arrived. So what's next?
Has anyone else ever felt that way?
All of that – and we're only trying to decide if we should build a pool.
At 11:46 at night. 🙂
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