I'll miss you. Some of you are my friends and family, and some of you I don't know at all, but I appreciate you giving me a voice and sharing your voices with me.
I'll be experiencing some very blog-worthy moments, because God seems to love irony, I will experience them all far away from a wi-fi connection.
As you are reading this, I am probably somewhere on the journey, corralling 2 kids and a team of 11 through airports. I will watch the team settle into their seats. They will complain that they don't have leg room, but I will not be sympathetic at all, because they get to read books and watch movies in peace for a whole 15 hours, while I feed my kids a continuous stream of healthful-looking, but probably not very healthy, snacks.
I can confidently predict a few things:
Upon reaching the security line, Simon will freak out. He will refuse to take his shoes off or send his backpack through the "tunnel". Ben will try to force him to do it without looking like a terrorist. I will unsuccessfully plead with my eyes to the security guard to just let him through with his stupid flip-flops on already. Everybody in the line, religious or not, will begin to pray that they don't have to sit anywhere near us. I will begin to pray that I don't have to sit anywhere near us.
Talk to you soon. Have a great few weeks, and don't give up on me - I will be back!