Wordless Wednesday post.
I used to long to have a voice to sing. I used to love to even have some sort of voice that would allow me to sing in the church choir. Instead, I have nothing. I can’t hear music, I can’t hear tone, and when I sing my 2-year-old asks me to stop with his hands covering his ears. It makes me sing very very quietly during worship time at church, to be honest.
I just flew from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to Dubai, United Arab Emirates, with a stop in Paris, France, then returned home on a flight from Dubai, United Arab Emirates, and finally back to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, with a stop in Amsterdam, Netherlands and another stop in Detroit, Michigan. Twenty-eight total hours flying, about fifteen hours sitting in airports, and crossing the paths of hundreds of people. It occurred to me after this trip, as I was driving home finally, that I am not a people person.
Monday there was no package waiting. Tuesday came and went with no package. Gregg sent me an email Wednesday titled, “Finally!” with the tracking number and information that it would be delivered on Friday. I have been SOOOO curious as to what was coming. Gregg has never been good about keeping a surprise secret for very long, and as far as I could tell, he had dropped no hints whatsoever.