About three months ago I got a call from my high school speech teacher. I’ll admit that I still call her Mrs. Young and I’ll also admit when she called me I panicked a bit and thought maybe I didn’t turn in my homework or I was late to class.
After a few minutes of conversation I calmed down and realized I hadn’t been in her class in about 20 years. Instead she was seeking out a place to stay for her daughter while she did a six week clinical for her physical therapy degree. Before I consulted with my husband I pretty much agreed to lend out our spare bedroom to a girl I’d not seen since she was about 13. I’ll admit that night’s dinner conversation was a little unusual. He’s used to me bringing home animals, but this was the first person I ever took in.
Over the six weeks that Amanda was here, we managed to pack in a lot. She taught me about such exotic things as Greek yogurt and cooking with quinoa. I taught her about fried foods and different ways to eat Nutella. We became quick friends and although I know she was ready to get back to her real life of two dogs a couple of cats and a husband, I sure was sad to see her leave.
Now, it’s unusually quiet in our house. The dogs miss their third human parent as Amanda was quite generous when it came down to handing out treats. Although she might have left at just the right time, as one evening she disclosed to me that this Kansas girl wasn’t a Sooner fan. We don’t hold it against her and would welcome her back anytime.