So I walked to the Tapa Pool and started reading again, tears straining down my face.
Fortunately, I was wearing my sunglasses.
I just couldn’t bare it any longer. I walked up to our room with fear that someone had thought I was truly upset.
On the contrary, God was breaking me down through the written words of Texans I don’t even know.
I sat in a chair on our balcony and literally
as I turned the pages. Every once and a while I would get up to change Kleenexes and to try to regain composure, although I consistently broke down again as I started reading.
Close to finishing the book, JD called and said he was on his way back home. He picked up some dinner for me at Outback. Later he told me how flustered he was about the traffic, as this particular Outback only had take-out… not curbside takeout. You would've thought JD was a celebrity, the way everyone was honking their horns at him in frustration.
I had to put down the book because there is no better distraction than having my sweet husband home (in the hotel). Took note that I must finish it tomorrow.