The four hour plane ride from New Orleans to Los Angeles last night was punctuated by a toddler who began wailing at take off and did not stop for one tiny second until we landed in LAX.
I woke this morning to a toddler screaming at the top of his lungs in the hotel room next door and right now, nearly four hours later, the crying has not abated.
Lord have mercy.
It was a couple of hours in your tremendous life… Imagine evacuating for Gustav for 16 hours with a toddler and a 8 month old along I-59…..
Lord have mercy.
I can’t imagine or maybe I can. I told my colleague today about it and he said it was God’s way of preparing me.