We Are Spies

So the other night I had a crazy, wonderful dream. So here it goes.


I spy, you spy- a dream, by Sara Compton

Cory comes home from work and announces that his job is having him go to Italy for the week to help work on a couple of patients. Sadly, I couldn't go. After sitting around trying to come up with a plan that would not leave me home alone, we end up with the solution of me going to Paris, France for the week. (I don't know why, if we could afford me going to Paris, why I didn't just go to Italy with Cory)

Our bags are packed and we are on the way to the airport when Cory says "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. But it's only a week, and we've been apart longer than that. We will make sure we chat everyday on facebook." I say, trying not to get too emotional. This will be the farthest we ever been away from each other.

"Be ready to leave by Friday, I will come pick you up and we can go home together." He's said this about 10 times before, but I don't stop him. This will be hard on both of us. So i respond "Don't forget me." We then share the silence. It's not an awkward silence. It's the silence that is so full of emotion and love, we don't need words. There are no words.

We get to the airport kiss goodbye. Not wanting to let go, but knowing we have to. I go to my gate and wait. I'm excited to see Paris, but do I really want to go without Cory? Isn't Paris the City of love? I will be all by myself. I numbly walk on the plane and take my seat. The person sitting next to me is way to chatty. Talking about their significant other sharing this trip together. Great. Just tune them out. Can't they see that I'm without my significant other? Do they have to be all kissy face in front of me? Gross. I fall asleep.

We land and I find a cab to take me to my Hotel. I don't know French. So it is easy to tune out the driver talking away. We pull up to the Hotel, and it is way too fancy for one person. I walk up, a bell boy comes and takes care of my luggage. I walk into the lobby. Huge would be an understatement. There is a museum to the right and a zoo to the left. There's an aquarium surrounding both. I wont even need to leave the hotel to be entertained, which is good, I would end up getting lost outside. I would get lost here too, but it should be easier to find my way.

Taking my time to see everything, I slowly walk to the front desk and say my name.

"Oh yes, Madam, if you would follow this fine young man, he will show you to your suite." The man behind the desk has such a heavy accent it takes me a while to dissect what he said. Finally, after looking like an idiot, I follow the young man with droopy eyes. My suite turns out to have 2 bedrooms, 2 kitchens, a pool with a hot tub, and a safe. The living could fit about 200 + people. The 80" TV makes me feel like I'm at the movies.

I get interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hi Sara, your mom didn't want you in Paris alone, so she sent me" My Aunt Becky and a few of her kids walk in.

"Huh?" was all I could get out as I watch my cousins file in.

"Your mom didn't want you here alone, so she sent me. Sorry, I couldn't leave my kids home." Came the cheery response.

"Um, my mom does know that I'm 21 right? And that I'm married? She does know that she doesn't have to take care of me anymore right?" I'm getting a little frustrated. Not that I'm not happy to see my family, but warning would have been nice.

"Oh yes, but she recently watched "Taken" and she doesn't want you to end up like a prostitute." Ok..... I guess that's nice, but I wouldn't be talking to anyone anyways..... whatever.

"Well, I'm going down to the lobby. I'm taking the bedroom straight ahead." I walk out.

There are so many things to do in the lobby it's hard to know where to start. But then I spot it. Sitting a little taller than a toddler is a baby elephant. Ok, my mind is made up. I walk, almost run to the little guy. He is not in a cage, but sitting on a rug out in the open. I take that as permission to pet him. He is so soft. His tiny trunk out lines my face and we become instant best friends. I have to find a way to keep him. So, naturally, I steal him. I wrap him in a scarf and hold him like a baby and run to the elevators. Safe in the elevators I decide it's a good time to name the little guy. Christopher. Yes, Christopher is a great name for my new friend. I hurry Christopher to my room. He can wonder the suite during the day but at night I will need to put him somewhere. I settle on the safe. It's big and believe it or not, it has holes in it....not much of a safe.

Becky, being totally awesome, never asks about the elephant. Never asks how or why I have it. She just goes along with it. And no one down stairs seems to care it's missing. Success. The next few days go by in a blur. Now that I have a pet to keep me occupied, Friday came so fast. I wake up on Friday morning and let Christopher out. I go to the window to see the view. Instead I see Cory.

"Hi dear, are you ready?" He says with a huge smile.

"Is that a jet pack?" Is all I say.

"Why yes, yes it is. Come, I have a flying motorcycle for you, it's to carry all the luggage." So, as if this is all normal I pack my luggage into the flying vehicle.

"Cory, guess what! We have an elephant. His name is Christopher!"

"That is splendid Darling!" We are all packed up, but Cory decides he wants to blow up the balcony. We place the bombs, he flies a little ways off and blows it up. I'm still on the thing, so me, being totally graceful, and awesome, cartwheel up balcony as it hangs by the thread. Cory catches me and we fly off into the sunset.

We have to take a break over the ocean, so we find a small island. All of a sudden I have a 9 year old son that's been following us the whole time. He is obsessed with bugs. While we are on this small rock island, my son (for the life of me, I can't remember his name....I know. I'm a horrible mom) points out a round cave on a cliff that appeared out of no where.

"That is where we keep our fortune." Cory announced. And it made sense. Like I new it all along. We fly up there and enter the cave. The place is filled with gold bars, silver bars, copper bars (I don't know) and jewels. Right as we were about to leave we see an evil blue dude trying to steal our treasure. Cory and I whip out some awesome fighting moves. We tie up the blue man to a stalagmite, just out of reach of money. We leave him there.

"Dad," says my son, "How did you guys do that?"

"Well, son, your mother and I are spies. We have been for quite some time now. Let's go home" We fly the rest of the way home. We buy and awesome house (now that I have a son and an elephants, we needed a place bigger than our apartment) with a huge back yard for Christopher. And we live happily ever after, as spies.

THE END

Hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned. Remember God made you the way you are for a reason!

Catch up PART 3-goats

The rest of the weekend was fabulous! Sunday evening, we played the drawing game with Alicia's family. Sadly, Cory had to go pick up some goats in Alexandria, MN, so he couldn't participate in that game, but it was so funny. I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face. Alicia's family is pretty amazing, I am not going to lie!

Later that night we played CURSES!! So much fun! But so hard! You really cant get distracted for one second or you get in trouble. I will buy this game. And it will be amazing.

The goats. Oh dear. So, my dad in law raises goats. He got rid of most of his goats this past fall, I believe it was, and so recently, he bought more. Two more that is. He bought them from a lady in Alexandria, MN. He was going to be going to MN the same weekend we were, and so to save him some time and the world from pollution with gas, we volunteered to pick them up for him. I thought it was one goat until the day we left I was informed it was two goats. So we travel up to MN with two dog crates and it doesn't look like anything is going to fit after we assemble the crates. But we continued.....mainly cause there was no turning back.

Cory gets the goats and I have to admit, they are so cute. But loud. And stinky. Their voices were pretty horse from crying all night, so they were high pitched and squeaky when we started our trip home. After a long while, they finally quiet down.....but they would start right back up if we put on music, or if we talked out loud. And then every once in a while, this foul, rank smell would fill the car. Lovely. So, we would roll down the window to get fresh air, but that would bring up the very loud duet of beating. The car smelled like a petting zoo covered in poop.

When we got around St. Joseph, it got very loud. We had to stop to find the goats and us. Now, I have to say, the baby girl was so cute. I would hold her and she would calm right down. She would nuzzle her chin up to my neck and just snuggle with me. And once we fed her, I'm pretty sure she slept most the remainder of the trip. The bigger and older boy goat would drink from the bottle without getting out of his crate. Well that wasn't going to happen. Not in the middle of town. So we give him some hay. That stirs Cory's allergies up, and it turns out, I have a hay allergy too. So that was wonderful drying while we couldn't breathe.

We named these goats. The girl is Belle. (from beauty and the beast) and the boy is Chip. (also from beauty and the beast). I wanted to name him Gaston, but Cory didn't want him to be a bad guy.

Well, that is the end of the catch up. I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned. And remember to look both ways before you cross the street. God loves you!