Today I was on a plane for about two hours. There is really nothing significant about being on a plane for me...I travel ALL of the time now. The day started out strange. I left my house at 7am. My plane left at 9:45am from Houston. I KNEW that I would hit some pretty bad traffic since I would be going to through Houston during rush hour. But there was NO traffic. I thought that surely hell had frozen over. I got to the airport in an hour and a half. That was weird.
Then I got to the airport and there seemed to be a ton of military people there. I always feel like I need to go up to every one of them and say, "Thank you for your service." Well, I said it so much today that it started to feel weird. It seems that they never know how to respond when I say that to them. So, it started to make me feel like it makes them feel uncomfortable. But, I don't care. I really mean it when I thank them. I know that I could never do what they are doing...so, uncomfortable or not, they are still getting a thank you.
I got on the plane with about 30 high school girls. Great. They were all silly and at first I was kind of annoyed, but then I started to remember what it was like to be them. I remember that the biggest concern in high school was whether the boy I liked would put a note in my locker...or something similar. I started to really appreciate their age...and then, appreciate mine. I really love being around young people because they remind me of simpler things. Things that don't involve the responsibility of a child (although I love it). They don't think about money in the same way that we do. They get an allowance and then they blow it. And that's okay. I think about things like abortion all day...they think about their ipod. I love it. I wish I would have slowed down and savored that when I was in high school...not having any REAL responsibilities (although I thought I had them). :) But, you don't know what to savor until you are out of that stage of life. What a pity. By the way, what is up with flight attendants these days???? Apparently, our flight attendant hates high schoolers. She was SO RUDE!! But, the girls took it pretty well and laughed it off. Good for them.
Anyway, these girls were part of a soccer team. They were apparently coming to St. Louis for a tournament or something like that. They were so excited. For some reason they had their soccer balls in a mesh bag that was attached to a backpack (that they all carried). So, I was sitting in my little teeny weeny seat eating my Shipley's donut...that should tell me that I shouldn't eat so many donuts since I felt so squeezed in to the seat. Oh well. One girl was sitting in the row of seats next to me and she, of course, had this ball attached to her. Her mom said something to her. Her mom was standing behind her. So, in this extremely dramatic way, she turned her body towards her mother and the soccer ball came flying at my face. It hit me square in the center of my face. I was holding a donut and was so shocked by the blow that I dropped my donut in my lap. Well, that was great. Now I have donut icing all over my dark colored pants. The girl didn't even notice!!! Her mom was like, "oh sorry." OH SORRY! Your kid just smacked me in the face with her soccer ball! I have donut icing all over my pants! I may have a bruise on my face because of that stupid ball. I didn't realize how hard soccer balls were until one hit me in the face. I am not much of an athlete. :) Well, no bruise...and no remorse from the abuser. My nose was already sore from smacking it on my car door the other day. You know, my nose is plenty big...I definitely don't need tit to be swollen.
Well, I never sleep on planes...but I did on this trip. I started reading a book called Lovely Bones. It is pretty good so far, but I am only on chapter 4. It may make my "book of the month" list. haha. By the way, has anyone read The Shack like I suggested??? I promise, it will change your life. READ IT!! Anyway, after I decided I was tired of reading, I put my head on my tray and fell asleep. I think I slept for a good 30 minutes. It was nice. I am going to try that more often. It made the trip go by much faster. My mascara was all messed up, but I got it worked out before we landed.
I woke up when we were making our descent. I looked out of my window to see what the ground looked like. I love doing that. I looked out and saw a whole parking lot of yellow things. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was a TON of school buses. That was kind of cool. I always try to find the airport from my window before we land, but I never can. I started to look at all of these cars on the roads below and couldn't help but kind of laugh because they looked so cute and tiny. I wondered if that is how God sees us. I thought it must be...but then I thought...nah. I think that He only sees us face to face. I don't think we look like ants to Him. Which is hard to imagine, but I think He sees us straight forward...for what we really are. I don't think He sees us as "cute." We are His perfect creations...not toys. I mean, I haven't heard it from Him, but I don't think He looks at us and sees little ants scurrying around. I could be wrong.
I sat behind this couple that had the cutest little girl. She was probably 9 months. I really feel like it is time to have another baby. Doug will be excited. :) As I was looking at that baby, I just really felt that mama urge. I can't explain it, but I think it is the right time. Doug and I will get right on that.
Shawn and I spoke at a pregnancy center event tonight. It was great. We are a good team...well, I think so. It is fun for us to travel together. I think we have a pretty good story. :) People seem to like us together.
I am watching wrestling right now (the fake kind). It is a man's soap opera. I guess I am watching it because it reminds me of Doug. I am not into it...but he is. Funny Doug. One of the wrestlers on here looks JUST like Doug's best friend. It is so funny. But a compliment, too...cause the wrestler is pretty good looking. But his friend doesn't like it...so I remind him of it as much as I can. haha.
I am off to Pennsylvania tomorrow morning. I didn't bring enough clothes on this trip. I may have to wear the same thing I came up here in. Bummer. You would think I would have this packing thing down by now. I am still working on it.
I am off to bed. I want breakfast tomorrow morning which means I have to get up even earlier. I miss Doug and Grace. Nothing about wrestling reminds me of Grace! haha. I guess I will have to put it on Sesame Street or something. :)