Singing & Sobbing

Six days ago, I mentioned how I was hyper (thyroid issues) and I was going to sing the entirety of our 14-hour road trip to Yellowstone.

I’ve stayed true to my word, except for the few times Ken asked me to stop.

There’s just something about singing in the car, eh? I only cried about seven times.

We spent Saturday night in Hansen, Idaho, and attended a local church there where I could not stop crying during the whole last worship song. What can I say? Music gets me in the feels.