Just Wondering…

You all probably get tired of me going on and on about how tired I am.
How poor I am.
How busy I am.

Probably. I get tired of it, too. And now you are probably sick of my “infomercials” as Jon has dubbed them. I’m sorry. I guess I got a little excited at the prospect of some of you actually being interested in the things I like. (and you were! Thanks for clicking through, I appreciate it!) I do promise not to make it an everyday thing, these “infomercials“. But again, I do tend to get excited about things. Especially things that I think someone else could use and benefit from.

But I am not trying to sell you something today.

Today I am here to make you mad at me. Not on purpose, but I know it will happen.

I am going to Italy again.

In January, with Jon and Seven. Some of you may remember that we “found” Seven in Rome last year. It was a miracle. I still remember sitting alone in the Sistine Chapel for such a long time. Just looking. Sitting. Quietly. Jon was outside in the piazza, as he didn’t feel like going through the chapel again since we had done that a few times before, but I was with our friends, and I managed to get separated from them. So I sat there. People looked at me funny but I didn’t care. And while I sat there, Jon was in the piazza when the Pope opened his window and blessed the crowd. On MY birthday. So my husband gets blessed by Benedict and I get lost in the life of Michelangelo. Several hours later, I am in the Ospedale, gasping at the sight of my unborn son on an ultrasund monitor. Rome will never be the same to me.