Monthly Archives: October 2015

Leaving on a jet plane

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I am about to do something crazy, something really crazy. I am about to get on a plane with my 5 and 8 year old, leave my hubby and 18 month old behind and fly to Vietnam. Some of you know me well, but may not even know this. I guess I worry what people might think or say. “You’re going to leave your baby? I could never do that.” “What if something happens?” “Didn’t you just get back from Australia and New Zealand?” “You’re leaving again?!?!” I get it. I get anxious thinking about leaving my sweet babe behind, but I get more anxious thinking about flying solo for 18 hours with a baby and not my right hand man. (Plus, hubby didn’t want her to go.) I get anxious thinking about the possibility of something happening, but the reality is “something” can happen anywhere. It could happen on the way to the grocery store. And yes, I did just get back from an amazing vacation with my family, but this is different. This was the hard work of me and my 8 year old raising money through garage sales, lemonade stands ($71 on July 4th!), washing dishes at the trendy donut shop up the street.
But there was a nudging. Something that couldn’t be ignored. We know some folks who go and offer support to Americans serving in other countries. My hubby said, “Wouldn’t it be great if they could go visit the Fizzies (our term of endearment for our friends 🙂 ) And I said yes, but then I thought, why can’t we do that? Why can’t we be those people. Sure they would be blessed to have a stranger come and offer help and support, but how much more so to have a dear friend? And so the saving began, and when the ticket prices were ridiculously low, we snatched them up. So yes, there is some sacrifice involved, but how worth it is it to sacrifice for the sake of friend? Her daughters and my daughters are sweet friends and they don’t know we are coming. How worth it it will be to see the looks on her girls’ faces when they see my kiddos. How worth it it will be to be able to chat and have a good friend on your couch in your house, seeing your world? I know how worth it that is. I know how much it meant to me to live in Germany and to have visitors. Yes, I loved coming back and seeing familiar faces, but there are so many people to squeeze into a short time, there are family obligations, and so on. But when my friends and my family came into our world, saw our apartment, our grocery store, our life!  Those are sweet memories that I truly cherish.

Stay tuned for the video of their reaction when they see us!!!