1. We went on a breakfast date, just my husband and me, to the Omelette Parlor. It was delicious and fun and we had great conversation. I just kept tearing up through the entire meal and trying so hard not to cry. Wow, emotions out of nowhere!
2. I kept trying to pick little fights with him all morning. I wasn't intentionally doing it, but when I think about it now, it makes a lot of sense. It's harder to miss someone when you're mad at them.
3. As I was driving him to the airport, I was very quiet (which is not really like me). I knew he would think something was wrong or I was mad. Then, I began to see with clarity how, by giving into selfishness and self-pity, I could actually make him feel guilty about going, deflate his excitement and ruin the day he'd been looking forward to for months. This is not how this was supposed to go.
So, I made an effort to pull myself together, say a sincere goodbye and be joyful for my husband. We talked on the phone four times before he got on his overseas flight, and every time I told him how much I missed him and loved him. Sometimes it's the simplest ways that the enemy attempts to use us for one another's discouragement, rather than what God intends to be an opportunity for a holy experience. In the end, I'm grateful that I'm sad the hubs is going away. If it didn't bother me, that's when I would really be worried...
You know the episode of Friends when Chandler and Ross are SO excited that Gandalf is coming to town? Then, he gets stuck in Chicago and they say "Man, Chicago is so lucky." At about 3:30 tomorrow morning, London will be so lucky, because Brandon will be there. Then, Johannesburg-Livingstone-New Day Orphanage. Then, in 12 days, Colorado Springs and my boys and I will be the lucky ones because our Knight in Shining Armor will be home. Can't wait.
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