So I’m taking the family to Disney World tomorrow. I’m really excited… not as much about the trip, but about PROVIDING the trip. I’m trying to be a Conduit of Pleasant Transportation… instead of irritable and nervous, which I can sometimes be during travel.
I’ve prayed a lot on this.
I hate to fly. It scares the crap out of me. The last time we flew, we hit some big-ass turbulence. My oldest boy got scared, and I remember just PRETENDING. I acted all calm and reassuring, while inside I was like: “HOLY SHIT!”
Maggie and I went out for dinner tonight to do some last minute itinerary planning. It’s a big World, after all.