In three nights, Dylan and I will be on a plane heading to Ireland. This afternoon, he flipped through a travel book for approximately 20 seconds. I asked him, "When you gonna decide where we're going?" He replied, "I'll look at the books on the way over."
There is something young and freeing about living on a whim. It's just been a long, long time since I've lived so, and I am out of practice.
May all our whims be God's.
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