I’m posting this on Sunday Morning instead of Monday for one important reason: Tomorrow morning, at literally Oh dark thirty, we are heading to the airport to go HOME. We leave out of Dulles at 6 am, go to Miami, then fly to St. Croix. YAY! By 5 o’clock on Monday, Good Lord willing, we will be home at Pirate’s Perch.
Since last week, we have driven from Cheyenne to Des Moines, Iowa for lunch with our daughter Hillary and her beautiful girls. Then we made it to Dundee, Michigan and had breakfast with our daughter Amy and her husband – we missed seeing the boys 🙁 – then we stopped at Karl’s aunt Gwen’s house in Ohio for lunch – and finally arrived in Purcellville, Virginia and our son, Sam’s house. This is our mainland staging area from now on. The truck and trailer are staying here and it is Sam who will get up in the morning and drive us to the airport. That’s truly heroic!
Karl and I have been working toward, praying about, and looking forward to this move for nearly five years. Now that the time has come, I’m humbled at the blessings we are receiving and excited to see the plans all come together. For the past few weeks, friends and acquaintances have bid us farewell and God speed. Quite often, the next comment is “What will you DO there?” That’s the most exciting question of all. First, I’m retired and so is Karl, so we don’t exactly feel like DOING is obligatory. That being said, it will be such an adventure now to actually figure out what we will do with our time. I have some ideas and I have some goals. We’ll see what the Lord brings!
