One of my favorite parts of an airplane ride is flying through clouds.
When you were young, didn’t you think that clouds were just these  fluffy pillows far out in the sky, something you might never reach?
Clouds are the stuff of childhood imagination. And dreams.
Even though I’m up in the air really often now, it still feels surreal to fly through them. Every single time.
Guest Post: Lost, Found, and Amazed
People will never stop amazing me.
This morning, I got an email from a lady telling me that last month she found my kindle on the airplane with no battery left.
She didn’t know what to do with it or how to use it, so she gave it to her son. He charged it and found my email address on the account, and now she is sending it back to me.
I’m so thankful that there are people out there who would do something like this!
