“Oh no, I forgot my headphones,” I say. It’s 4:30 am.
“There’s always something,” Todd says as the morning air whooshes through the car so Fannie can have her head out the window.
“I know, but I had to buy a new pair at the airport the last trip because I forgot them and they weren’t cheap.”
“Do you have those stashed away somewhere?”
“No. They’re earbuds. I don’t like them. They hurt my ears.”
“Uh, yeah…bad purchase.”
“I can look on-line and send some to you. Or maybe I won’t because you might buy some.” These are the moments love shows up so unexpectedly.
“I won’t buy any,” I say.
“Well, you have two hours in Chicago remember.”
“Writers have no problem filling time.”
“Oh, that’s right. And you still have your Bible study to do. That will take an hour and a half.”
I couldn’t believe his tenderness at the crack of dawn. I write it down, these sacred little moments of love, to wear like a locket around my neck. He knows I hate to fly and that I have concerns on my mind.
“Call me when you get to Tucson. No, wait. On second thought, call me when you get to Chicago…”
Right. I’m dangerous.
An hour and a half flew by in Chicago. There’s lots to pray about these days. Six years ago today, we were enjoying summer vacation together with the nieces. This year is not what we hoped for or expected, but these are the places love grows more than one can imagine or ever expect.
“Wherever we go, whatever we do, we’re gonna go through it together.” ❤️