I have a few speaking events coming up, and today, I spent half
of my evening preparing for them.
They are very different events, and while my story is the same
(spoiler alert: I crash in an airplane), the messages I share are different.
It's incredible; I still get so emotional when sharing my story.
I always cry. And to be honest, I hope I always do.
If I don't, I will worry the story isn't sacred to me anymore, and I
am afraid I have over-told it. I don't want that to ever happen.
Mr. Nielson and I took the girls to the bank today, where they got a debt card.
(They are making the big bucks babysitting).
While I stayed at home working on my talk,
Mr. Nielson took The Little Nies to Target, where
Claire bought herself some gum and a new folder (with her new debit card).
Jane used her card to buy her favorite juice and
bought the boys black duct tape and rope.
I made the Little Nies tomato soup and cheese sandwiches and then
Mr. Nielson and I slipped out to dinner together, just the two of us.
Every Thursday morning, as I drop the Nies off at school, I yell,
"It's FRIDAY EVE!"
It makes the day seem better.
So, on behalf of me to you, Happy Friday Eve!
