From Her Fridays #3

Okay, it’s Saturday. I’m sorry.

Yesterday, I was coming from my internship in Dallas to Fort Worth to visit Isaiah and my family. We’ve only used Isaiah’s discount at the restaurant he worked at once before, and on the last day of his two-weeks-notice, we figured: why not? After a two hour drive through ridiculous traffic caused by the impatience of Texas drivers and their tendency to switch lanes every three-minues-and-twenty-seconds, I ran out of gas. I know, I know, “How could you be so irresponsible and immature?” I don’t know. The prices for gas in Dallas were inflated and the first time I saw normally-priced gasoline, I pulled over, only for my brave automobile to die on the exit ramp.

Isaiah came from work with the-little-red-can-of-gas-that-could.

We met my mom in a great little restaurant in Fort Worth, and spent the next two hours laughing, catching up and relaxing. Life is too busy for all three of us. Isaiah has spent the last two years working two jobs, averaging 70 hours per week with a daily 45-minute commute, and life just never seemed to slow down. My mom travels about 30%-40% for work. She’s often on daily business trips with a flight in the morning and a return late in the evening. She’s part of the executive board of the company she works for, and it has been very demanding on her for, oh…the last three years. She rarely gets a moment to herself. I am in school full-time with an internship and a job, clients required by school that have driven me nuts and I haven’t had a weekend in months.

Eating table-side-made guacamole and enjoying each other was the only break any of us have had in a while. We had a dish-off in the restaurant. Each ordered the best dish they could find and we taste-tested for the best at the table. We all won.

Immersing yourself in family and the ones you love is sometimes the only break you get. Even though it was only two short hours, I left feeling as refreshed as the first day back from a week-long vacation. I believe enjoying each other is the only way to get through the times you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, the break in your overly busy week, or the heavily forested world of wedding planning (Whatever your poison(s) is/are).

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