Tomorrow at this time we’ll be nearing the east coast of the United States, making our way towards the Atlantic Ocean and at 1pm London time (which I think is about 5 or 6am Saskatchewan time), we’ll be landing at Heathrow. Off we go, indeed.
I wonder if it’s going to hit me that I’m leaving my children in another continent when we say good-bye. I’ve been thinking about it so much and panicking in my own special way about it for weeks, so I kind of hope I can kiss and hug them good-bye without being a wreck. I hope. For everyone’s sake.
My brother who has helped us so much to get everything organized for the trip told me tonight that I shouldn’t plan for the plane to crash, but plan to land at my destination. And that’s probably a good way to think about it. But, still, today we signed our updated wills and I wrote out some basic funeral arrangements. (Oh how I wish I could’ve remembered all of the witty epitaphs I’ve thought up over the years!)
But, on the advice of my other brother, I will go there and enjoy what happens and not worry about everything — enjoy the days we have and what we’ve done with those days and not constantly think “we should’ve done this instead”.
And now I best be off to bed. We will try to update a little along the way, but likely not much. I’m quite looking forward to having a secret adventure with Marc. We’ve not had time alone in a very long time. And I guess after 10 years, 3 kids, 5 moves, 3 job changes, and 4 years of post-secondary education making up that 10 year marriage, we deserve it.
August 12th is the big anniversary day and we’ll be spending it at The Bath House, which looks quite perfect. So, happy anniversary to us! And pray for us as we go and for my parents who have the kids for 12 days on their own!