I made a set of photos on Flickr of my favorite moments. Almost every moment had to do with the company I kept while I was on the trip. It should come as no surprise that things did not work out the way I’d hoped.
I no longer want to chat about my amazing trip to Israel or my strolls around Jerusalem. Every moment I was in Israel, I was either missing him or incredibly happy to be with him. Whatever was happening, my heart was expanding and I felt like the end-o-story Grinch.
“And what happened then…?
Well…in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch’s small heart
Grew three sizes that day!”
I suppose eventually someone will feel that way about me, but I can’t imagine that day. Not right now. There isn’t a part in the tale of the Grinch where the heart gets popped and goes back to being two sizes too small.
I suppose there is that consolation.