Pondering Time.....

Greetings from the Wells. I promised I'd keep up better with the blog. Two weeks isn't bad....baby steps.

We haven't had too much drama in the Wells household lately-just the usual work, come home, eat, go to bed, and repeat. Some dear friends of ours were contemplating this the other day and thought it was funny how in different "seasons" of your life, you measure time differently. When you're a kid, everything is in "9 weeks"....every 9 weeks, that dreaded report card for your parents to sign, then the coveted SUMMERTIME...which actually felt like a really long time. Week after week, camp after camp. Then you get to college and everything is measured in semesters: the Fall or Spring semester. That's it. If something was difficult, you knew it'd be over in less than 4 months, no questions asked. At the end of that time, you either had a glorious long Christmas or Summer Break, and even a fall and spring break in the middle, as if college kids are that burdened.....

Then you begin a career (our current season) and everything just runs together. It's not divided into 9 weeks, or semesters until there is relief, just a 5 day repeating sequence when you work like a dog and pray for the weekend. The weekend flies by, and you start over again. No Spring, Fall, Summer, Christmas break. I typically don't even know what season it is, I just notice that I need to start wearing more or less clothes, depending on the weather.

I hear that the next season in life is when you get pregnant (sorry Mom & Dad, I'm not pregnant) and you speak in weeks. We have a good friend who is expecting and I asked her about this the other day. I told her that when I am in conversation w/ a pregnant person and excitedly say "How far along are you?" and they reply something like "22 weeks"....I have absolutely no idea how long that is. Give me something broken down into months or fractions, otherwise I have to pull out my phone calendar and start counting. My friend laughed and explained that the doctor visits are broken down to specific weeks, so hence the baby lingo.

Nevertheless......I am blessed to have my routine repeating schedule. Very thankful to have a job, and a wonderful husband who makes coming home to the best part of the day......