Spring Break...Beautiful

In my professional opinion there are 4, and really only 4, amazing weeks every year. Those weeks are: the first week of summer, both weeks of Christmas vacation and Spring Break. Sure, there are other good weeks but those 4 weeks somehow have that added punch to them that send them over the edge of good to great. Now I know that one could argue that every week of the summer should be considered a great week and I know that some may even argue that the first week back to school is a great week, but let me tell you, that person is an idiot. No offense. I am convinced that if you were to take an honest look at every week of the year you too would come to the same conclusion I have. Allow me to explain why... The first week of summer is a given. But it seems that every week of summer after is never as good as that first week. The greatness seems to wear off and just turn to goodness (you can only watch the Price is Right so many times...) The two weeks of Christmas vacation are both great because there are only two weeks and you get a lot of presents during that time and you get to celebrate new years and there is not enough time for you to forget about how great not being in school is. And then there is Spring Break, that incredibly timed week in the middle of the spring semester when things are warming up and bluebonnets start popping up and for some reason someone decides it is okay to jump in the swimming pool again and for that week you begin to feel like this is the way that life is supposed to be all of the time. What a great week to be alive.

One of my favorite things in the world is being in the middle of something great and stopping for a second and realizing this is how things are supposed to be. Like on my wedding day standing up on the stairs of the stage waiting for Krista to walk through the doors in the back of the church with the music playing and her looking incredible in her wedding dress and when that happened and the doors swang open and all of time seemed to stop and the most beautiful woman in the world was walking my way to marry me, I remember thinking, this is the way it is supposed to be; and that was great. Or for a more manly example, I remember walking out of my last final in College my junior year and my roommate Bryan waiting for me in his truck right outside of my building with Tom Petty Free Falling blaring from his truck and our Frisbee golf discs in the back and jumping in the truck feeling so free singing that I am free and about to go beat Bryan in an incredible game of disc golf on a beautiful day with no more finals to study for and no more class to attend and thinking this is the way it is supposed to be.

I think it is at moments like that, like waking up on a Tuesday at 11am during spring break and feeling so alive and so happy, that you get an ever so small and yet incredibly beautiful glimpse at what life was supposed to be like when God created us and the world. In the garden of Eden I am sure every day felt like that. In the garden every week, all 52 of them were just as good, or a whole lot better, than our 4 best weeks out of our year. I like realizing that. It reminds me that God loves me and that one day when I am united with Him He is going to redeem this world and make it like it was supposed to be. And sin and stuff isn't going to ruin the other 48 weeks of the year anymore because God took care of it. And I am going to love Him all the more for it. And I will probably ask Him to hop in Bryan's truck with me and Bryan and go play disc golf and all 3 of us will sing Free Falling as loud as we can.