As I hopped into the van on Friday, ready to head off onto my adventure, I noticed I got an email from my husband. The first line said, "I got a yellow ticket!"
A yellow ticket?? The only thing I could think of was Willy Wonka and a golden ticket. Did he mean a golden ticket?? An Italian Willy Wonka?? Was he consuming way too many chocolate bars while in Rome?
Then I read the next line . . .
"I am going to meet the Pope at 2PM!"
He proceeded to write that the Pope was speaking at the conference he was attending and that after that, several of the attendees would get to meet the Pope and shake his hand. They called out the names of those selected, and my hubby was one of them! He was given a yellow ticket!
|And there is his yellow ticket, around his neck!|
I am so happy that my hubby got this moment! He works so hard and this meeting was such a gift and a blessing!!
If you want to see the photos of him meeting Pope Francis, there are tons here.