Today my husband leaves for Cambodia.
As I type that sentence I realize once again how not normal our life is. We take trips around the world like other people go to the store for milk. Well, maybe not as frequently but it often seems as common as the check out line at the grocery store. It’s still exciting. It’s still thrilling. It still makes us pinch ourselves and think how blessed we are to be living our passion and calling.
He will travel for a ridiculous amount of hours, land with massive jet lag, gather his team, and then spend a week or so building a home for a family and a playground for a community. Then he puts it all in reverse and travels back to us.
Have I mentioned how unnormal our life is? Is that even a word?
While he is halfway around the world, the kids and I (with the help of my sister – aunties to the rescue!) will fly to Washington State to spend a few weeks with family. The kids are looking forward to Christmas with the grandparents. Yes – they’ve kept their tree up, have presents wrapped, and the lights are still up. In spite of all the logistics and planning to make a border crossing, two flights, and three kids’ worth of stuff happen, I have hope that the travel with be great and the trip will be even better.
For a few weeks, our hearts will be in two places at once. Whether I’m the one staying or sending, we all go together. Our life is what we all do, not just one person because they are the one getting on the plane destined for a remote, exotic location.
I will miss my husband so much. At the same time, I’m so proud of him for leading, going, and bringing others.