During the 38 mph, wintry-mix, white-knuckle drive back from Taylor University on Monday, I had plenty of time to calculate that spring would officially arrive in 30 days, seven hours, 23 minutes and 42 seconds.
By the time you read this Saturday morning with your coffee in hand, we’re down to 25 days — or a mere 600 hours; 3.5 weeks sounds even better.
Through the freezing rain and snow-covered interstate drive, I also had overabundant time to calculate that Alex, daughter No. 1, is hosting a bridal shower in 18 days for Chloe, daughter No. 2, who is getting married in a mere 54 days. Phoebe, daughter No. 3, graduates from high school in 102 days, celebrates her 18th birthday, participates in her last Bible Bowl National Tournament in Indianapolis in 138 days and starts her freshmen year in college in 188 days — one day before the husband and I celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary.