That's Lynn-pregnant and loaded with a sub-compact 9mm.
Zach, our neighbor, woke us up this morning and said they were leaving soon to go caving nearby. We were up for a little outing on Memorial Day and had the kids dressed and loaded in the car in 30 minutes-a record for me!
Now, I was expecting a cave in the side of a mountain, but this was a cave in the middle of nowhere. Just prairie. Some rocks in the ground and a few holes indicated the cave or Smith's Crack as it is known. It struck me as to how unfamiliar I am with the Western terrain. No way would I have suspected we would be spelunking an hour and half under the ground here. It was great- especially going through the Birth Canal. Caving is full of such great spiritual metaphors and really tests your faith in going into the unknown. I was glad I wasn't the first one through the cave. I nearly panicked when I was in the lead and ran into a tight dead end.
We found a couple of gopher snakes and Lynn was the only one brave enough to pick up the snake. The boys loved it.
Now it's off to Orlando to speak at my third ECTC conference. I can still remember the rush of my first one in 2003 in New Orleans when it was my very first speaking conference.
I still owe a pictures of Gideon's birthday and many more updates. I'll be better as son as my book is done. No promises though.