Monday, August 30, 2010
This is where you can find her . . . every afternoon at around 3:15.
Her days are long. Up at 4:30 a.m., home at 3:00 p.m., sometimes 4:00 if there's dance practice. And then there's homework, dance classes, youth group . . . once in a while she manages to hang out with friends.
I admire her -- how she fits it all in.
I think back to my own high school days and wonder "How did I do it?" I remember a similar routine, and a napping place -- on the floor behind the door in my brother's room, next to the heater vent. I could sleep like the dead with that warm air blowing on my tired bones.
How I wish for a place like that now -- only not on the floor, my back wouldn't have it. I'd end up looking like a turtle that rolled onto it's shell.