We were so busy in Indiana that I hardly had time to realize that I would be saying goodbye again. Wednesday night we stayed up late talking with my parents. When we went to bed it sunk in more that I was leaving again the next day. That thought made me tense and I realized that I was holding my breath. Hmmm…It felt kind of good to hold my breath since I was feeling sad about leaving. Hmmm…Another thought- I’m not gonna breathe again! That’ll teach ‘em! (Kendall was lying at my side, completely oblivious to the very important and even vital decision I was making.) But then I got tired of not breathing and gasped in a big lungful of air. “You’re lucky!” I hissed at Kendall. “I decided to stop breathing, but then I changed my mind.” (You can imagine his great relief.)
Yes, yes…My lucky husband. :P
2 comments:
Now we know where Eli gets his crazy ideas. That sounds like something he would come up with. :)
I'm glad you decided to start breathing again, Karen.
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