Tomorrow morning I drive to San Francisco to pick up Jessica. It's been 47 days since I've seen her, and I feel like one of those little wind-up cars feels when you pull it all the way back and hold it there. I'm exhausted, excited, twitterpated, and several other things. But I can't write. At all. I tried.After tomorrow I should be myself again.
"When love has got you in its throes / even the summer's heat just freezes your soul / and the sweetest song - it just clanks along / and the morning dew just says goodnight and leaves your heart undone..."
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We read this and we smiled :-) -- a lot :-) :-)
and thought about you as you went to the airport yesterday --
and we'll be praying for you, too.
Lori McC
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