Elsa came up from cleaning her room and started looking through the DVDs to organize them. If there is anything to sort, we all call Elsa — she enjoys it. When she was a toddler, she would take crayons and sort them into similar colors. This would keep her occupied for hours. Then, she’d mix them up and start the process over. She sorts silverware, socks, colored pencils, even the junk drawer.

I flopped on the couch. “Cuddle with me,” I said.

She answered, “Mom…I got things to do.” But I could tell she was pleased with the request.

She crawled into my arms and I kissed her cheeks. “I love you,” I said. “I”m so proud of my big girl and I’m so glad you’re mine.”

We lay there for a moment. I could feel her relax.

“We might be leaving on that trip around the states soon,” I said.

“I’m ready,” she answered.

“Even if it means you’ll miss going out for track?” I asked.

She was silent for a moment as she pondered this. In high school, track conflicts with tennis, so she’ll choose tennis then. But she really liked track — she was the first leg of the 4 by 100-relay. She was looking forward to having one more year of sprinting.

“Why can’t we go in the summer?” she asked.

“Well, then you’d miss tennis. Darling, you’re so busy we’ll always be missing something. Anyway, Dad wants to job search while we travel. Teaching positions open in the spring and he wants to put a face to the name at these places. We’re certainly not getting any bites by applying online.”

“Mom,” she replied. “Why would any school want to hire a hippy that lives in a camper van?”

I’m still laughing at the truth of this.

Maybe we should listen to Chris Farley’s motivational speech? That might get us on the right track. If you’d like to view it with us, go to: http://www.hulu.com/watch/4183/saturday-night-live-down-by-the-river