In one week I won’t be lying here in bed checking Facebook and thinking about getting up to make pancakes. I’ll have said good-bye (oh how I hope it gets easier!) and will be sitting on a plane with four kids waiting to taxi and take off.
Five big bags of refugee gear will be tucked away in the hold. Five small backpacks containing all our gear for the next two months will be stowed in the overhead compartments.
When we drove out to the airport on Friday to pick up Eldest Daughter and New Son (-in-law), the kids admitted to flutters of excitement in their tummies. One even said his stomach had felt “all squeezed tight” during the week when he had thought about the upcoming adventure.
We have had a very full few months since deciding to take this trip and the focus has very much been on the “here and now”, living in the moment, one event at a time….one child getting engaged, another off to China on a scholarship, one starting university, another starting full-time work, Christmas, birthdays, Shakespeare production, wedding, triathlon, graduation, another wedding….and now we’re on the final countdown.
But first I need to make some pancakes.