She was missing her husband; I was missing mine. Both men were in China at the time. While they served together and worked hard to build relationships with students, we built our own with a continual text conversation through all hours and phone calls just to say what we were making for dinner. We literally did life together for 2 weeks from miles apart.
It was a brilliant idea–thank you very much–for us all to come together at the beach over Memorial Day weekend that year. Two mamas who could drink coffee and talk endlessly and 7 kids who loved Minecraft and playing in the pool equaled a simply perfect long weekend.
…except…
there was someone missing…and I’m not talking about Mark and Zach. See that space right there in the middle? Clearly someone belonged right there.
This past week, a little over 2 years after that Memorial Day weekend, we still have 2 mamas who love their coffee and endless conversation and counseling sessions, but we have a different picture now.
Hole filled.
And, hearts and arms filled as well.