With my bags packed in an unsure but anxiously excited manner (Where am I going? How am I getting there? What am I packing for? When is something going to happen?!) we finally crawled in to bed somewhere close to 2:00 am. At precisely 5:00 am last Tuesday morning, Josh Groban entered my dream to sing me a lullaby. I quickly awoke, disoriented, and realized that the music was actually coming from a small DVD player at the side of my bed. When I reached over to silence it, I saw that the YMCIA had left me another note.
I was suddenly not so sleepy as flipped on my closet light, cracked the door open and read my next letter:
I handed Allen his envelope, watched him open it, and asked if I could see what was inside.
We hurried to ready ourselves, put out some cereal for the kids, loaded our suitcases into the suburban and headed north. Finally, the suspense was killing both of us enough that about half way there Allen handed me his envelope from the YMCIA.
Inside was a boarding pass (we were flying!) and it said the plane was going from SLC to JFK.
JFK... JFK... I had to think. Where was an airport called JFK? I scanned over the rest of the boarding pass and wanted to laugh and cry and scream all at the same time.
New York. NEW. YORK. (insert crazy-woman combined laugh/cry/scream here)
Going to New York City has been something I have wanted to do since I started performing 20+ years ago in high school. Can you imagine the emotions I was experiencing?! NEW YORK!!
We parked, ran through a beautiful morning downpour to the airport shuttle, effortlessly passed through security, and boarded our very full airplane. But of course it was full - it was bound for New York! Who doesn't want to visit New York?! I was continually incredulous that in just a few hours, I would be in NEW YORK.