We swam in the rain & loved it

Yesterday we went to church.  I'm still learning some of the "Methodisms," one of which is they do Communion every first Sunday of the month.  While sitting listening to the music and waiting our turn to head up to the altar, I whispered to JT, "I have a crazy idea!  Let's leave and go to the lake!"  He put his hand on my forehead and said, "Do you have a fever?  We can't leave now."  And so we dipped our bread and drank our grape juice.  

We headed back to Bethany Bend, packed a bag, printed out directions and headed South.  Anyone who knows my husband knows he does not like impromptu trips or unplanned adventures.  3 hours later, we were in a boat.  "Let's swim!"  "It's raining, he said, we can't swim."  Two minutes later, Lynn and I jump in the water.  It poured.  He finally caved and jumped in and Michael followed suit.  We could hardly see each other it was raining so hard. 

It's hard to explain unless you've faced death how much these little things mean in life.  It felt almost like a check off a bucket list.  

We swam in the rain and loved it.  

  

Marriage at 92

Yesterday our sermon was not necessarily a typical Father's Day message I would have expected in a southern Methodist church.  The Preacher told a story about an 88 year old friend who recently married a 92 year old woman.  When he asked why they married at their age, her reply was, "because I want to have a baby."  I can't pull off the joke nearly as well as the Preacher and my husband is currently rolling his eyes as he reads this.  In all seriousness, her reply was, "because we love each other and our lives aren't over."  Yes, a tear rolled down my face.    

The story touched me so much because I think sometimes we are all guilty of rushing through life and not enjoying the moment, if you will.  I know many times I focus on the plane ride home rather than the actual time I'll spend on my trip.  Many times I focus on what is going to happen rather than enjoying the present.  Death is inevitable.  Why focus on dying instead of living?  No matter if we are 50, 70, 90 or 100, we all have many things to contribute to the world and life.  In some ways, since March 7th, I feel like my life just began.  The Preacher also said it doesn't matter if we are 9 or 90, a death is a crisis.  The lesson for me was to soak up all we can with our spouse, our parents, our family and our friends. 
Life is short!  Live and love it!