walking on campus…….

I work in a medical facility on a university campus and  l always enjoy the times that school is in session. I walk through campus to get from my parking deck to work and back so I am constantly entertained by the mingling and behavior of “young people”. Society sure has changed a bit since I walked on a college campus as a student, I’ll tell you that! A student doesn’t need to be walking with another student to be engrossed in conversation, they just need  to have the convienence of a  cell phone stuck to their ear in one way or another! I’d say 73% of the students I walk past are engaged in a phone conversation, usually it’s just getting out of class and catching up with anything they might have missed while being “out of the loop”‘ for the last hour.

I sometimes will be walking behind a group of kids that just came out of a class from taking a test and they are discussing the context and comparing answers. I could easily allow myself to feel pretty ignorant hearing some of this conversation that floats right over my little “over 50″ brain but then I feel like I have one up on them, it’s called wisdom from experience. Something they will not learn from a textbook.

This campus, being internationally diverse, holds much conversation in many different languages and cultures and I find myself intrigued with realizing there is so much more to this universe than just my small little corner. I have learned the one jesture that seems to bond us all together in a special way…a simple smile. No matter where we are all from, no matter the degree of our intelligence, the lack of verbal communication or the reason we are walking on campus together, a simple smile is a language “spoken” that connects us all.

I exchange lots of them daily, realizing that we have more than a smile in common, we are all created from the same God, in His likeness. So, in a sense I feel as though I am given a precious gift over and over again. A glimpse of God’s love through His most endearing creation and I find myself smiling at Him for allowing me to see Him through the eyes of His children.

Walking on campus……what a true blessing that I savor and look forward to five days a week.

the rest of the story…..

I am entertained every morning on my hour drive in to work by Kevin and Taylor on 104.7 The Fish radio station. Last week they were talking about keeping romance in your marriage so I called in to share one of our favorite things my hubby and I like to do.

Kevin interrupted me and said he just had to ask if I got picked on with a name like Bunny right around Easter which had just passed over the weekend. So I shared the story about how I was actually born on Easter Sunday and my Dad named me Bunny and I married a Hunt so my name is Bunny Hunt and yes, I’m used to being teased about it.

There is a part of that story that I  rarely tell yet I chuckle about fondly remembering my Dad share it with everyone.

So, here’s the rest of the story……..

My Mom had a name picked out for a little girl after one of her favorite people and it was Wanda Lynn, so when I came along as their firstborn and was a girl, my Mom was ecstatic over being able to use that name. As Dad often told the story with a twinkle in his eye, he said when the doctor walked out of the delivery room at 3:15 Easter Sunday morning and told him he had a bouncing baby bunny, he exclaimed..”that’s what we are going to name her!”

Well…….mom was not so keen on such a “silly” name when she had this beautiful name already in her head but Dad insisted that Bunny be my given name. As the story goes, when the birth certificate arrived in the room to be filled out, Mom and Dad had a “disagreement” over my name so the lady left and came back the next day. Day two brought on yet another undecided disagreement and the lady gave them one more day to have a definate name for the wee little girl in the nursery that was still nameless. The third day approached and when the lady peeked her head in the door only to hear more bickering, she was determined to walk out of the room with a name for the pitiful little nameless baby. After a few minutes of more bickering  my Mom burst into tears and Dad finally gave in and told the lady to put Wanda Lynn on the birth certificate and as she was backing out the door to leave the young couple alone, she heard my Dad whisper to her..”but we’re calling her Bunny!”

“Wanda” didn’t have a chance once my Dad so proudly showed off his baby girl with a head of cotton white hair and announced that being born on Easter she was his precious little Bunny! Later on the birth certificate was legally changed from Wanda Lynn to Bunny Lynn and Mom finally got over it.

…and that’s the rest of the story!

Oh, by the way, what I shared on the radio that morning about a little fun thing we do to keep romance in our marriage is that we write each other love notes on the bathroom mirror with lipstick.