My family in front of the Taj when I was about six or seven.
This morning I got an e-mail from a friend who is arranging our team trip to India this spring break to consult for a Christian school there. I was just reading it when Husband came through the room where I was sitting.
"Husband!" I said. "It looks like we'll be we'll flying into Delhi on our spring break trip." My next thought, having been there before, was to suggest a side trip to see the Taj Mahal while we're there.
"Oh," said Husband. "Maybe we can get a sandwich!"
I'm still giggling. We don't quite have that mind-reading thing down yet.
My brother and I sit by a reflecting pool at the Taj Mahal on a very hot day, just before the sandstorm hit. I still remember clearly being annoyed at those kids getting in our picture and staring at us.
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