The Home Dinner Date
One question tonight (from me) went a little something like this, "What's it like...like having a real job? Like a real one? Right out of college?" I think tonight I realized an epiphany. A really big one. About my life and how unbelievably different it is than most experiences of the American adult: I don't have a 9 to 5. Adam doesn't either. And for the first time, while sitting across the Rickards, I felt like I was missing out. It's not to say that I want a career, because I don't, but there's a reality that they each have, which I've never had, and that's weird to me. In the four (almost 5) months we've been married and in Florida, and since receiving my diploma last May, I've not been confined by any sort of set schedule. Not even close. It's a freedom that I never imagined I'd have, and I absolutely love it. Without question. But days like today bring me back to the reality of traditional ways of life, and for people like my mom, stepdad, parents-in-law, and the Rickards, I have more respect for you than I'd ever realized. Our friends arrived to our home after a long day at work, probably decently hungry and tired. We had dinner ready when they walked in the door. When I was younger, dinner wasn't made (usually) until my mommy got home from work. Exhausted and wanting a break, she still didn't rest until we were fed. And there were 5 of us kids. Trying to put myself into either shoes of the Rickards or my mom is difficult for me to imagine. Adam and I have a hard time enough getting motivated to make dinner, and here they are, after a long day's work, coming home and working some more. Bless you. And thank you for the valuable perspective.
We love our new friends and the time we get to spend with them. Hopefully they didn't go home and puke up all of the food we made. They at least pretended to like my chicken pasta recipe, but we may never really know ;) Someday, I promise to be able to cook like my Grama and Momma, and I'm praying that that day comes sooner rather than later!
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