“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ― A.A. Milne

My husband is off to Israel. The why of "Why am I not with him?" is kind of a long story too long to tell here. He's there with his dad, there was only one extra ticket, etc. It was never top of our list to see Israel, but when the opportunity came up we both agreed it was the trip of a life time, and he had to go. That, and it was something his foster mom had always wanted for him. There were 3 things: 1. That he would graduate from college, 2. That he could marry a nice girl, and 3. That one day he would go to Israel, and walk where Jesus walked. He could probably tell it better. I'm not sure I got it quite right, because my eyes started welling somewhere around #2. He said if nothing else, he needed to do this for her.

He's been gone now for nearly a week and will be gone a week and a day more. He asked before he went if it was selfish of him to go without me. I told him it would be selfish of me to ask him not to go! I have never cared so much about the geography, history, weather patterns, sunrise times, political climate, or really anything you can think of, about another country. I was able to map his drive from the airport to the hotel, and see that he drove along the West Bank, and that he slept the first night overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Though we have spent weeks apart before, this is the first time since we were married that we've been apart for so long. His first few nights away, I was able to hear from him, an email, gchat, and even a phone call! But today all was silent. They will be moving around a lot so there will be days with no access to internet. The silence today made me realize just how lucky I was to talk to him late last night (as he was making coffee before the 6:30 am breakfast).

When I was in Alaska, off the radar for 5 days, it almost killed him.  At that time we had been dating for...a month. When I thanked him for picking me up at the airport and his response was, "How could I not?! I didn't want to be away from you one minute longer than necessary." Now we have been dating for nearly 4 years, so you can perhaps understand how much I miss him!


I am doing just fine without him. I've only gotten up at 6 am to watch the sunrise once, nearly sprinted a 5K when I haven't run a 5K in 3 months, spent $300 at Nordstrom Rack in 1 day when I don't typically spend $300 in a year, eaten Mexican 4 times in 5 days, (by the way, there is such a thing as TOO MUCH Mexican food. That, and while some hole-in-the-wall restaurants should be explored, other holes are best left dark), and tracked every change of wind in Israel that I mentioned above. So yes, I'm just fine. But despite the missing, I am so far beyond excited for him, and can't complain one bit that he is there and I am here. Last I knew he was in Caesarea. So of course the first thing I did was read Matthew 16, devouring every bit I can of his trip from afar. 

The day after he returns from Israel, he has a big Chicago Beer Society event - Night of the Living Ales. Despite the inevitable jet lag, he very much intends to go. As we were saying goodbye last week, just before he turned to go, he paused and said, “Can I give you something?,” as he pulled out his wallet. I thought, “Did he buy me a gift…?” I had no idea what it would be. He looked deep into my eyes, and handed me his ticket for the Night of the Living Ales. “Worst case scenario and I don’t make it back, will you sell this for me?”

Yes, darling. I'll sell it for you. It will pay for a week of groceries at least! He always has a way to make me smile. 

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  2. Good to hear your thoughts. Love how well you're coping in his absence-NOT!:) Love you both and here's to a great trip for Peter and a quick last week for you. Jatch

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