All He Ever Learned...Part 2, sort of

I know that I promised I would tie Monday's post into Rick's kindergarten report card and his 36th birthday. I have tried to fulfill that promise for three days now, and the words are just not coming to me. I sit and stare at his report card, and then I sit and stare at the computer, only to repeat this one hundred times or more.

The problem is that I have a lot on my mind this week. We are leaving tomorrow for our family vacation to Colorado! The trip that we have had planned since March. The same trip that we have talked about every day since March. To say that we are little bit excited is downplaying the whole ordeal greatly. We are ready to see, smell, and experience the mountains, especially now that someone left the Texas heater on outdoors.

Thus, my mind is filled with packing and to-do lists. And not eloquent posts about my husband's life-learning experiences from kindergarten, which have led him to be a doting husband, fun-loving daddy, and God-fearing man. He is all of those, and he learned all of it in kindergarten. There, I said it. Only it wasn't very eloquent.

Now, I'm off to get ready for a much-needed family vacation. A time where I will not count calories, nor the number of fruits and veggies per serving. A time where I will try not to count the number of hours spent in the car, nor the dollars spent on gasoline. A time where I will count the number of photos snapped, the memories made, the naps taken, and the giggles shared.

Y'all be good while I'm gone. And happy birthday, Rick! I love you!