Nothing so rare as a day in June

Today was one of those rare, wonderful days when everything falls into place.

Except I stained my white jeans with a single drop of coffee on the way to my destination — too late to change, nothing else appropriate to wear anyway. But that was the only disappointment.

Well, it rained this morning, too. I hate it when it rains, and they don’t need more rain around here. But that and the coffee — those were the only nuisances today.

Well, the muffler on the Jeep fell apart again on our way to dinner. One minute, it’s putt-putt-putt and in an unexpected spurt of a second, it’s BLARING EXHAUST RIGHT UNDERNEATH THE PASSENGER SEATS! WHAT?! I SAID THE MUFFLER BROKE!! So the coffee and the rain and the really loud muffler were the only things that could have ruined the day.

But they didn’t. They didn’t matter at all. I washed out (most of) the coffee stain in the ladies room, and the sun came out when it eventually stopped raining and my Adored stepson kind of enjoyed crawling under the Jeep after dinner to (successfully) MacGyver the muffler into relative silence.

What went 100% according to plan today was stepson’s freshman orientation at the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater. The information was what we needed when we needed it. The speakers were fun and fast-paced. Everyone was so nice and friendly. The food was … well, the food wasn’t bad. We were impressed.

I am so, so grateful. Because this is the one university we didn’t formally tour, and our drive-by viewing in cold, gray March left much to be desired. And I was so worried my stepson wouldn’t like it, and here we would be, stuck with it.

But it wasn’t that way at all. Our orientation experience, for both parents and student, surpassed our expectations. Best of all: All the credits he earned taking college courses in high school transferred to UW-W, and he landed all the classes he wanted in the time frames he desired this fall.

Like it was meant to be.

Probably because it was.

“Eventually, all the pieces will fall into place. Until then … laugh at the confusion, live for the moment and know that everything happens for a reason.”

3 responses to “Nothing so rare as a day in June

  1. Before or after Labor Day, I never wear anything white… in my case, that’s just a guaranteed accident waiting to happen.

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