- Up at 4:30 am. LOVE LOVE LOVE mornings.
- At the airport by 6 am, where we checked in TWELVE suitcases, most of which are donated items and all of which BARELY passed the 50 lb weight limit (and that doesn’t include our 12 carry-ons). Watching us navigate the airport is like watching a traveling circus.
- Confirmed that one nameless child DID, in fact, pack adequate pairs of underwear (to appreciate the significance, you’ll have to catch up on my Facebook page)
- Also confirmed that one nameless child DID, in fact, forget to pack a towel after repeated reminders from frustrated mother. [sigh] Someone will have to use his extra underwear to dry off after his shower.
- Picked up a ginormous cup of Hazelnut Vanilla deliciousness with a splash of half-n-half. Steamy heaven-in-a-cup which made me forget the towel mishap.
- Reminisced about last year’s Africa trip with Laura (yes, she still wants to travel with me, believe it or not). Warned her to stay away from hairy cream cheese.
- Enjoyed a perfect four-hour flight to Miami, during which I desperately tried to sleep … but couldn’t due to the lingering effects of the delicious Hazelnut Vanilla yumminess.
- Noticed the same Hazelnut Vanilla didn’t have the insomniac effect on Laura.
- Arrived in Miami unscathed, claimed all 12 pieces of luggage, and entertained Miami travelers with our traveling circus all the way to the hotel.
- Listened to a 12, 15 and 16 year old talk excitedly about what’s to come. (Who says short-term mission trips are on the out?)
Now we’re biting nails and tapping toes as we count down the minutes and seconds until we board tomorrow’s plane to Port-au-Prince. Don’t know what’s in store, but looking forward to God’s writing of the story.
Bring it.
I think I need to learn how to pack from the ” nameless child DID, in fact, pack adequate pairs of underwear ” because I did not for our trip to franklin! 🙂
Bummer! Well, the good news for you is it isn’t a hundred million degrees there, a Walmart is closeby and I’m sure you have a little air conditioning. Here? NADA. 5 pair of underpants would’ve been a national crisis. Seriously.