Yesterday was full of travel. Two hours driving through winding countryside
and bustling city streets, followed by two flights. That’s two times that I sat in a seat aboard
a large metal box and prayed that it would lift up into the air and land safely
like a feather to the ground. And then
finally another late night car trip to get to my front door.
After I boarded the second plane to come home I couldn’t
wait to get there. The two hours I spent
on that tiny (and I mean TINY) little plane between Denver and Peoria seemed to
last forever. My flight ended up getting
in late enough that Dustin couldn’t come get me without waking up three boys in
their “middle of the night” so a very generous and good friend offered to come
get me without even blinking an eye. I
should mention that she also has
little ones at home, so it’s not like I was asking nothing of her – she is just
that amazing and generous.
Today I am thankful for safe travels and all that it
entails.
Cars winding safely through dense traffic, and planes
lifting up through the clouds. Late
night free taxi services – I feel thankful for it all.
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