It is Time...
It is time... I see myself shaking my kids and rousting them out of bed tomorrow morning to head to the airport.
It is time... I can feel the wind blowing through my hair in Liz's truck at 3:30 a.m. speeding down the tollway.
It is time... I can taste the delicious comfort of my last Starbucks java for 10 months.
It is time... I can anticipate the confusion on the faces of my littlest two as we navigate through security.
It is time... I can sense the absolute, utter relief of being in the seat on the airplane ready for take-off.
It is time... I can hear the plane engine rev as we begin to pray for our friends and family by name.
It is time... I feel the smile creeping across my face as one road begins right where another ends.
It is time. Yes, it is time.
It is time... I can feel the wind blowing through my hair in Liz's truck at 3:30 a.m. speeding down the tollway.
It is time... I can taste the delicious comfort of my last Starbucks java for 10 months.
It is time... I can anticipate the confusion on the faces of my littlest two as we navigate through security.
It is time... I can sense the absolute, utter relief of being in the seat on the airplane ready for take-off.
It is time... I can hear the plane engine rev as we begin to pray for our friends and family by name.
It is time... I feel the smile creeping across my face as one road begins right where another ends.
It is time. Yes, it is time.
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See you in a bit. hugs~ Liz
What happen with the luggage and foot lockers?
¡Buen viaje!