Hey, Everyone…this is Larkin family friend, Maryellen Hooper. I know you all are like me: hanging on the edge of your seats, wanting to know how the trip is going. Well, I got a message from Amber yesterday and I wanted to try to share it with you all:
I was standing in front of the dressing room mirror in Kohl’s, trying to squint away years of no exercise. My two boys were sitting on the bench next to me, fighting over who’s turn it was to play Angry Birds on the iPad. My phone rang. I glanced at the name on the screen to see who I would be ignoring. “Amber Larkin”. AAAHHHHH! Amber’s calling from Europe?!!
“Hello? Amber? Are you OK?”
“Hey…” She was talking a mile a minute. ” …this is costing $1.49 a minute so I have to talk fast!”
“OK,” I said, as I glanced down at my fighting boys and gave them the Mommy-eye-threat. “I’m listening.”
I don’t know if it was the speed at which she was talking, the unbelievable stories she was recounting, or the fact that I was trying to sound like I wasn’t in my underwear in a dressing room at Kohl’s, but my head started spinning. From what I heard, their trip has been a roller coaster so far. They spent their Paris day in a hospital (Noah got a fever…he’s fine now), missed their tour (no refunds??!!!); bomb threat at the Eiffel Tower; naked and screaming at Lourdes… and that was just the first 5 minutes of our conversation!
They got to Venice and things were looking up. That’s where she was calling from.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asked.
“Can you guest blog for me and tell everyone that I will fill them in with all the details when I get back, but I wanted everyone to know that we’re still here and (just like the past 18 months) we’re gong to make the best out of the situation and have an amazing time . Thank everyone for all their prayers, never-ending support and really great hook ups! Noah is so excited and can’t wait until the Dubai part of the trip. Also, and this is very important, I need to make a few corrections to the article on Noah that ran in the Dubai paper, so please tell everyone to HOLD OFF on sending that out anymore.”
“Got it. No problem. I’m on it. I miss you guys…WE ALL miss you guys. Have fun and get home safely.”
“We miss you, too. I have to go now…Dennis is pointing at his watch and mouthing things I can’t repeat.”
Then I put my clothes on, gathered up my boys and left the dressing room through a crowd of glaring woman who were all waiting for their turn.