Last night this guy and I got to stay home together. On a Monday. Now, this might not seem like a big deal to you but to us it was pretty unique. Why? Because for the first time in our married life, and for many many years prior to that, Dale did not go to the weekly Boy Scout meeting. Sure, there have been plenty of Monday nights without meetings – school vacations, summer, the occasional and rare other commitment, even snow storms, but last night there was a meeting. And it happened without Dale.
This has been a long time coming, my friends. I’ve been urging him to stop for years. First when my stepson Luke turned 18, but Dale wasn’t ready. And then I’d bring it up occasionally, but, again, he wasn’t ready. Finally, though, last month Patrick (our grandson) turned 18 and aged out of scouts. And with that, Dale declared he was ready to be done. Done with scouts completely? Of course not. There will still be special occasions and camping trips, of that I have no doubt. But done with weekly meetings and commitments? Yes. And may I just say. Hallelujah.
So cheers to Monday nights at home.
And an extra night of togetherness.
(I hope he doesn’t cramp my style.)