robby walter day

when I was in the 7^th grade, I lived in modesto, on a farm. my house was on a dirt road that stretched about one mile away from the nearest street. every morning I walked down that long road to the main road to catch the school bus- and every afternoon I walked down that long road back to my house after school.

but on the afternoon of 2/25/88, I ran all the way down that road to my house to tell my mom some good news. earlier that day, I had asked a classmate if she would go steady with me and she said yes. I was walking on cloud nine all day. then later that day, in PE class, I was running the mile, and I came in first in my class. not only first in my class, but in front of a trash-talking 8^th grader who loved to make my life miserable. so- in short, I was having the best day ever.

I got off of the bus, and ran full speed down that mile long dirt road- with a backpack full of books strapped to my back. I burst into the front door and said, “MOM! THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST DAY EVER!” I proceeded to tell her the good news and then I flippantly said, “this has been my best day ever! this should be robby walter day!” (back then everyone called me robby.)

if people think that I’m thoughtful, I’m not even in my mom’s league of thoughtfulness. she heard what I said about robby walter day and sprang into action. it WAS going to be robby walter day. she started baking a cake and threw me a party to celebrate my special day. she put the date on the calendar, and has been sending me robby walter day gifts and cards on 2/25, EVER SINCE I WAS IN THE 7^TH GRADE.

she texted me this morning and wished me a happy robby walter day-
and it made me almost as happy as I was when I was in the 7^th grade.
I’ve got a great mom. really great.
be on the lookout for ways to make an ordinary day, into a family holiday.

God is love.
-rev-rob