Saying Farewell & Loading the Van
My alarm went off at 6:45am, but I was already awake. I got up and dressed in my pre-selected outfit. We got babies up and took bags to the van. I hardly touched my breakfast when I sat down to nurse our two-month old baby girl, Honey-Bear. Our oldest, Bub, was 21 months and searching the rooms to find where his toys had gone.
When we finished loading our four check-bags and three carry-ons, I jumped in our company car to make the final ‘drop off’ before we left for an 18-month term in Africa.
After the car was dropped off, driving away to our final friend/family send off…it hit me. I looked over to My Love and burst into tears. “This is real…we’re really going.” We drove on submerged in a deep silence of reality.
When we arrived at our send off, it was a strange mixture of happy, sad, excited, and nervous. To see everyone who came to send us off filled us with joy and love. Seeing all the tears filled us with grief, sadness and loss. Strangely, halfway around the ‘goodbye circle’ I ran out of tears. And as we closed the doors of the van and hit the highway towards the airport I felt the page in our lives turn to the next Chapter: Africa.