(If you know what the title of this post means, most likely I have hugged your neck in the past fifteen days. ;-)
The Beehive has been quiet, no?
We've been to two back-to-back singing schools in the past two weeks. Been across four state lines twice, had fun and fellowship with some of the best people on the planet, sang hymns in acapella harmony from morning til night for about fourteen days straight, and smiled til our faces almost froze into silly grins. Took more pictures than we can probably afford to develop (and may well have killed my Canon Rebel in the process). Ate entirely too much canteloupe. Was entrusted with many diverse and sundry late night secrets that I shall never tell (sorry, fellas).
I guess road tripping with a Suburban full of assorted chattering teenage girls and a wiggly 6 year old boy -- while in significant sleep deficit mode -- would not be everyone's idea of a great time, but I loved it. I love them. Even though the car windows were all the way up, I suspect that thanks to us, half of Louisiana can now sing along to the new Caedmon's Call cd (Share the Well) and whole counties in Alabama are now intimately familiar with Nickel Creek and Mark O'Connor. Mondo beyondo fun. Next year, if we get to do it again, I promise each of my passengers their very own personal stash of M&Ms, plus a respectable supply of Lime Lay's potato chips (yesss). Sharing was fun and all, but hey, life is short.
Alas, we must now start missing everybody, and all that glorious singing too. Nothing else like it on this whole insane planet. But now we're back home, back to the land of reality, and that too is good. I'm thankful that the Good Lord saw fit to give us so many of His people to love so much, and to grant us travelling grace... thankful that my home is still standing, that there's nothing waving at me inside the frig, and that my Great Scot (who stayed behind at home) is still really cute and still likes to kiss me lots.
And now the countdown starts again!