Just one. (Which is rare considering the fact that I am ALWAYS multi-tasking. ALWAYS!)
Not trying to make sure that I knew where I was going on the never ending maze of highways and interstates- even though I didn't exactly know where I was going.
Not thinking ahead to all that awaited me at home- laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping, and all that fun stuff.
Not thinking about how I missed my hubby and wanted to kiss his sweet face- although I did miss him and wanted to kiss his sweet face.
Not thinking ahead to all that must be done at school after missing school on Friday- although there is a TON.
My mind was on one simple thing.
Something I had been missing terribly since early Friday morning.
Two whole days.
My love.
Mi amor.
Mon Amour.
And so I tuned out the chatter from the car and focused intently on scouring the frontage roads looking for a sign.
THE best sign ever.
And yet I did not see one.
For miles and miles and miles and miles I looked and did not see one.
We continued on past exit after exit after exit with my heart feeling so very sad.
All of a sudden I saw a sign for Exit number 38 and I had a premonition.
I felt relief flood all over me.
Somehow I just knew that my love would be waiting for me there.
I immediately changed lanes and exited at exit 38- which just happens to be the same number as my current age. A true sign, don't you think?
I scoured the roadside and pulled up to a stoplight.
Sadly I did not see my love anywhere but as I waited for the light to change my sweet friend Betty looked to the right - and there, just a few blocks down there it was!
I pulled in to place my order with a huge smile over my very tired face.
My premonition was right.
My Sonic Sense was intact.
And all was well.
