Tonight I saw the children in their rooms
Little flowers all in bloom
Burning suns and silver moon
And somehow in that starry sky
The image of the Maker lies
Right here beneath my roof tonight
(So hold on tight, I’m a)
World traveler [ … ]
Browsing Facebook over the last week or so, I’m reminded how adventurous and culture-curious my Olin classmates are. Off the top of my head I can list Rio, Buenos Aires, Tokyo (I was there this time last year), Cozumel, Saint Martin, Venice, Brussels (& Brugge too!), London, Edinburgh, NYC, SF - and let us not forget Breckenridge - as current locales of my St. Louis cohorts. [And I’m sure I’ve missed a few destinations.]
I was telling Sarah about all these fabulous globe trotting people and she reminded me of the great Andrew Peterson song, World Traveler, in which Andrew reminds us all that “world travel” doesn’t have to involve passports, the TSA and jet lag. It’s such a brilliant song and there’s a part in it where the music is so good - during the transition from the chorus to the bridge - that I get goosebumps every time i hear it. The quote above comes from the 3rd verse.
Sar and I now have two little kiddos sleeping under our roof (the littlest one is sleeping sweetly on my lap as a type this) and our traveling adventures as a family of four are just getting started.