I was happy to be going off to work. I think I was a little euphoric actually, feeling like one of the workforce, capable and confident, not to mention dressed smartly. I got to the car and thought I had left without my phone, which is a cardinal sin, of course. That euphoric feeling is starting to fade, 'cause now I'm gonna be late. So I pulled up to the house, and ran back in, grabbed Dan's phone, called mine, and ran frantically around the house, listening for my ring. Nothing. I guess it's in the car. Back out to the car, waving again to the sweet little honeys on the porch, and while waving, I go to sit and smack my nose hard on the top of the car doorway. Feeling lost.
But I love my drive to work, I really do. It calmed me right down. Rolling hills, and the thundering swell of Mumford and Sons. Passing fields, forests, over a covered bridge. seriously, this is one idyllic ride. Past Granogue, the last lived-in duPont estate in DE that I know of. As a kid I would listen in on my teenaged sister Christine, and her two close friends talking about how Irenee duPont was single, and quite the eligible bachelor; how perhaps they would come across him at Brandywine Creek State Park, which in my mind resembled the wild English moors of Wuthering Heights. Undoubtedly he would fall in love with one of them...
Their romantic discussions inspired me to dream about what fairytale possibilities awaited me.
It's funny to think about, I don't know if I ever have before, but I don't think I would disappoint my child dreamer self with the actuality of my life. As a child, my wonderings and dreamings of the future were about the people who would be there with me, my husband and children, never the things I would have, or the house that I would live in. And in that, I was right on. It is enough of a fairytale to me that when I first really noticed Dan, a voice in my head said,
"Dan Costa. You're going to marry him."
A thought I immediately dismissed as ludicrous, especially when I discovered that he was dating a friend of mine. But I wasn't the only one who knew I was going to marry him. A good friend later told me that she knew it too. Don't worry, though, this voice in my head was years before we actually got to know one another and began dating, and there were no other parties involved when we finally found each other. And while we're talking about fairytales, I really have the three most lovely little dears in the world, Jude, Genevieve, and Rowan. That Jude, when he finally gets me up in the morning, laughs like I just told him the best joke when I struggle up out of bed and tell him "good morning". And these two little affectionate ladies. Such honey pies.
I will leave you with a delightful little anecdote from Saturday morning: Genevieve woke Dan up by putting something is his ear. As you can imagine, this was not well received. After everyone calmed down, we explained to Vivi that putting things in people's ears was dangerous, and then we asked her what exactly she put in Dan's ear. silence. We asked again.
"Rowan's boogie, that she wiped on the bed. I didn't want it there!" So she found a better place for it? Always an adventure.
2 comments:
hahaha Dan must have LOVED that!
and I quite enjoyed your description of listening in on your older sister's conversation with her friends about the eligible bachelor and heir to the duPont estate...sweet memory and the stuff of whimsy, indeed.
I love this!! It makes me want to sit down and write on my blog and somehow the time slips by so quickly. I can so relate to the bliss of driving to work - I really look forward to it.
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