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.

Comments

Araratacres said…
It's 2am.....do you know where your friends are? :)

See you in a bit. hugs~ Liz
Pam said…
I can only imagine the mix of emotions you guys are experiencing.

What happen with the luggage and foot lockers?

¡Buen viaje!
Pam said…
I meant "happened" - I think. Okay now this word just looks and sounds weird, but you know what I mean.

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