Monday, January 11, 2010

route of delights

dear emily,

hans has an amazing gift to squeeze the enjoyment out of life.
if i have the record for giving the fastest baby bath or changing
the quickest diaper, then he has the personal best of making
those events the most fun.

when taking the children to school, i had a precise route that
took exactly twelve minutes.  each child had his coat, books,
and lunch and were always five or ten minutes early for class.
we would frequently recite bible verses on the way.  sounds
super fun, huh?

it never worked out that way if hans took them.  i would
receive calls from school that sunday forgot her math
assignment, hailey needed me to bring her lunch, or that
the kids had been tardy, again.

so, after a little investigating i discovered that hans had a
special route, too, that wound throughout the neighborhood,
stopping for a donut or checking on the bus stop kids. he
and his accomplices would shout out the windows, "hey
jimmy, have fun at school!"  and little jimmy would shout
back, "hey mr. h!"

donuts?  "well, the kids didn't really like the whole grain
muffins.", hans mumbled.

jimmy?  "just this friend we made one day.",  his conspirators
murmured.

it was way more fun if they thought they were in trouble.

love,
lea

ps.  "...You give them drink from rivers of delights."  psalm 36: 8

4 comments:

Hartsock kids said...

I love this! I would describe my husband the exact same way, isn't God good!

Hannah said...

I sense a theme here...My husband and I are the exact same way. :-)
My children and I are so grateful for him. He makes life an adventure.

myletterstoemily said...

my mom placed a plaque on my dad's dresser...'boys will be boys and so will a lot of middle aged men!'

Margaret said...

I remember one time in high school - I think it was actually over the summer - when I was sitting in the right hand lane at a light and Hans pulled into the left hand lane. We both had our windows down and Hans shouted across to ask me if I knew what time it was. I was so startled I said no. It was only after I drove off that I remembered I was wearing a watch. Um, sorry, Hans!

I guess his drive-by form of communicating goes way back!