You know how you forget pain? You know…you know that it hurt really bad but you can’t actually remember what it felt like? It’s what makes you willing to have a second child.
That’s what the flight to China is like. I remember that it’s long. I know that I get antsy and uncomfortable. I know that about 1/3 of the way in, I will look at the flight tracker and think, “Good gracious, that can’t be right.” I know all that in my head but don’t really remember how long it is.
Man, that flight is painfully long.
But, we’re here. We’re in China. Even at night as we drove to our hotel, the familiar sights of crowded buses, bike riders with face masks, small trucks filled with some sort of goods, flashing lights, and princess looking restaurant hostesses welcoming patrons welcomed us home.
But, as of this exact moment at 10:25pm China time which is who knows what time according to my body clock, there is a very nice white fluffed bed that is calling my name.
They will find them tomorrow some time after school as my plane is hours into the air already. They’ll read my words as they munch on sweet treats I’ve counted out and put into little baggies for them. And, wherever I am as I am flying somewhere overhead, I’ll be imagining them holding their cards before they run off to do homework and build Lego creations.
