The conference was really incredible. I so enjoyed sharing with the women. They blessed me so much and I hope that I was some small blessing to them as well. You know what was not incredible? My flight home. Seriously.
When I am finished with a weekend away or a retreat or a conference, I just want to get home. When all is said and done, I am ready to be back with my husband and kids. So you can imagine how delighted I was that my flight was delayed. We took off close to an hour and a half after we were supposed to. The pilot said we'd make up time on our way to Oakland. Yes. That's right. I flew home to Salt Lake via Oakland. We made up no time. They said we'd take off early in Oakland. Nope. Late. They said we'd make up time in the air. Negative. Then, of course, my bag was, like, the last one to come through the shoot.
I was so tired and hungry when we finally got into the drive thru at Taco Bell that I nearly lost my mind when the poor worker told us that they wouldn't have any beef ready for close to ten minutes. I said, "Nevermind." Then I nearly started to cry and made my husband back up and go to Del Taco instead. Then I ordered chicken burritos. I know. The logic astounds even me.
We finally made it home. I snuggled my boys, unpacked my bags, and then pretty much zonked out.
It was so good to share the word of God! And so good to finally make it home!