May 6, 2017
For years I've dreamed of this trip in a way that I never really thought it possible. Then about a year or two ago we started thinking about it more seriously and 10 months ago we made a plan. I say "we" but really it was all Angela, my oldest sister. I would have no clue how to plan such a trip. And, well, travel is a passion for her.
In this moment, I am overcome with gratitude. Tears fill my eyes as I try to write what I'm feeling. Seventeen days. Seventeen days! Rome, Florence, Munich, five days in Austria and Hitler's Eagles Nest, and then more days in Germany in towns that I can't pronounce, Rothenburg, and then Frankfurt and Kassel to see distant relatives and friends.
Tim and I work hard for the money we have but I also am keenly aware that we are abundantly blessed in this area. On this trip, since we are traveling with Angela who gets all the travel perks, we are mixing it up with the Hoy Paloy in the Admiral's Club, in the limo airport transport, and sitting in the bulkhead seats. The last one especially gets me because one of my pet peeves is the person sitting in front of me reclining their seat into my claustrophobic space. I have so much leg room that I can barely reach the wall in front of me. I can stand comfortably in front of my seat! It's the small things that seem the biggest sometimes.
I'm grateful for jobs that afford us not just the ability to go but also the time away. I honestly expected a few complaints from clients about my 3 week absence but only one hinted at it. I am grateful to be able to turn off all my emails (work and CCT) and completely unplug from those stressors for a while. It's a time of refreshing that I sorely need.
I'm grateful for the upturn in Kelsey's health, one that was verified by the doctor the day before we left. One of her co-infections is the lowest it's been in the seven years since this hellish medical journey began. Her immune system is working better now too since she got rid of those disgusting tonsils last January. She is feeling better and it feels ok to leave her. But leaving her is always hard. I've grown accustomed to her in my hip pocket (with he health issues there have been long periods of time when we couldn't leave her alone) and without her near I feel a bit unbalanced. Secondly, through the good times and hard, we have become really close. So, leaving her for the next two and a half weeks is hard but it's a good thing and I know she is ok and in good hands with Aron and Noah.
I'm grateful for my rock solid son, Aron. He is the calm in the storm, the level-headed thinker, the heart-of-gold man. He is as he always has been: my strong-willed sensitive boy. And, he makes me laugh like few others!
I'm grateful that this ginormous plane really does fly, an engineering feat that still boggles my mind. I'm grateful for people being so genuinely happy and excited for us to go on this trip that they endured my constant references to it. I'm grateful for Tim's hobby of photography because his photos will last longer than my memories. I'm grateful for a husband, two sisters, and dear friends who love every part of me, even those yucky parts. I'm grateful for a joyous spirit who so easily slipped into our lives and became a daughter.
I'm grateful most for a loving, faithful, hearing, sovereign, sacrificing, forgiving, providing Heavenly Father for I know I am blessed beyond measure.