In 24 hours, I will be at the airport waiting to go to New York, and on Monday I will be in Madrid, Spain. And what's more, I'll be doing it all alone. Everyone keeps asking if that's scary. I don't think it is. I think it's exhilarating. I am packed. All I have to worry about today is picking up some extra cash and some granola bars. Oh, and throwing all the last-minute, random crap somewhere amidst my luggage.
I'm not scared. Rather, I think every cell is literally tingling with pure excitement and anticipation. This is all I've ever wanted - to travel the world - and it's starting tomorrow.
Kids between the ages of 4 and 8 relating what love is. These are my absolute favorites :)
“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” Rebecca- age 8
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy – age 4
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” Chris – age 7
“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle – age 7