Once, a few years ago, I confessed to a boy my laundry list of ambitions. Expecting similarly outlandish answers, I asked him what he always wanted to be - what one profession he had dreamed about since toddlerhood. He smiled and said, I always wanted to be a Father. There wasn't a touch of sarcasm or irony in his voice. He was serious. I had just spent hours detailing how, why and more importantly when I would reach every goal in my life. And yet his simple answer demoted my aspirations to Trivial.
Damon laughed - some rules aren't applied when Mom's missing. And clearly, I needed to get lost. Damon and I shipped the girls off to school with a promise that all would be well when they returned. Damon, true to his paternal core, stole all three girls to the mountains for a weekend of camping.
My oldest daughter grinned with goofy excitement - she sped into overdrive, packing her clothes (as well as her sisters) in mere seconds. They will have a dirt filled good time.
And yes, I'm working on my book after all.