I get a phone call as I'm getting my mind and equipment set up to work after work. It's my father, he asks me if I want to go to Aruba, thinking nothing of it, I said "Yea, duh!" remembering back to a couple weeks ago when I said " I want to go to Aruba so bad!" He asked if I would want to leave on Saturday to go. It was Tuesday. A rush of built up emotion and gratitue to the Lord and a giant burst of "Yes!!" was all I could manage before I had to get off the phone. Any words said after that would have been inaudible, due to the fact of me bawling *insert crying emoji with rivers of tears*
I immediately forgot about the work I was about to dive into and packed up everything quickly as possible and made my way to my car. After all, I was still at work and the occasional co-worker would casually stroll by. Long story short, I cried the whole 20 minute drive home .... non-stop.
What you put in, you get out.
I've never had a pleasant packing/airport experience like I had getting to Aruba. I first landed in Atlanta for a night, joined my family, then proceeded to Aruba the next morning.
*the heavens opened and Jesus said "welcome home"*
this trip was well deserved and needed.