Philip and I had the opportunity to spend a few days in Orlando, so we made our plans, flew our moms out to Colorado to watch the babies and set off for, what surely must be, the hottest place in the world. We were gone for five days. Five days away from Callie and Justus. We missed them immediately. By day two, it was barely tolerable. By day four it became almost miserable. By day five, we knew that if we didn’t get home immediately, we would go crazy! So needless to say, that is the last time we leave them for so long! They had a great time at home, and were well-cared for (read: spoiled) the entire time we were gone.
Before I got married, I traveled quite a lot. I was good at it, too, good at finding my way around airports, cities, even foreign countries. I could read a map, rent a car, get from one place to another with relative ease. And then after I got married, it’s like all those skills deserted me for someone more in need of them! I feel like a five year old these days when traveling, totally confused trying to determine which way to go on the interstate (“the sun sets in the west, look for sun, idiot. Ok, it’s noon. The sun is directly overhead…etc. etc. etc. This is my internal dialogue :)), which terminal in the airport I need, where the nearest Starbucks is, what I can and cannot take on the plane. The Lord blessed me in infinite ways with Philip, and one of these ways is that he is never lost, never stressed, never in a hurry, and never late. Seriously, it’s a gift! So, until I travel alone in July to Mikael’s wedding, I can breathe a sigh of relief that I know Philip will get us safely where we need to go.
One more rambling about airports. I don’t understand the people that show up on the plane looking relaxed, fabulous, cool and calm. I find myself walking through the airport, dragging my ancient suitcase, sweat dripping my makeup down my face, my pants always either a little too snug and dreadfully uncomfortable or a little too big, and in need of a hand to haul them back up, but said hands are full of mostly needless bags of mostly needless stuff. By the time I get into my seat on the plane I’m exhausted, cranky, certain that if I wasn’t with Philip I’d probably be on a plane headed to Singapore, and always, always hungry. Is it just me?
More importantly, here are a few pictures of my precious babies.
Callie rocking her baby doll on the back porch:
Justus and me today at the outdoor worship service:
Tomorrow I will post about Father’s day!
