Less than an hour ago Kari left the driveway, headed for class. She has a seminary course on spiritual life and counseling for families all morning, a meeting with her mentor in the early afternoon, and an internship session with a select small group of other faithful women students later in the afternoon. Because she is so thoughtful and wise, she’ll likely run a perfectly-planned string of errands as to not waste a penny or a quarter-mile of fuel in the car.
I’m home holding down the fort in usually Monday fashion, which has come to be known as “Daddy Day.” I love it; and so does Kari. I get to go for a bike ride with Dutch on the seat behind me, and run around the playground equipment with him. When the Oregon Rain Fest comes soon, we’ll have to get more creative, and put on Dutch’s new discount rubber rain boots. This is a whole day for us boys to bond all the more.
I guess one could say this is Mommy Day for her, too. Kari gets a break from the continual demands of mommyhood and can sort of spread her wings for a day. (She also gets some extended time to think about Heidi, in her tummy, and talk to and pray for her.) I hope her day is as special as our will be here at home. She deserves it.