6 hours ago, Mark walked out the door with his backpack and his 49 1/2 lb. suitcase and set out for China.
And, I didn’t cry.
That’s a good thing.
I’m actually feeling quite confident right now, I must say, since I managed to go back to sleep for a bit then get up at 6:15 and get everybody ready for school and there on time.
But, it’s Day 1. And, I’ve got 12.
So, there could be some crying yet and some I-can’t-do-this-anymore talk comin’.
Gotta remember that I’m on the missions field here too–doesn’t always feel like that, but I am. And, I’m a part of what’s going on across the world too (and not just because of the fundraising and supply shopping and making gifts to take and all that). I’m sending him. With my blessing. And with a whole lot of excitement because I know great things are going to be happening over the next couple weeks. And, I’m so glad he gets to be a part of that.
And, at least we have this in our front yard for a few more days to take our minds off of missing him.
