We're in the Seattle airport, waiting to board a huge jet, a 737. It just came in from Tokyo, unloaded at the customs dock, and rolled on over here. A cluster of anxious people crowd the gateway, but Martin and I are still sitting, unconcerned, buried in our books. Such a luxury when I am used to travelling with children, all three lovely girls home with Grandma, splashing in the Puget Sound today.
A perfect, wonderful barrage of loving offers to pick us up at the airport in PA has arrived, and we feel so loved I almost teared up over my last Seattle Starbucks, at least for a few days until we are back. To go back to a place I know so well and not to see Nancy there seems terribly strange. But there's such a wall of love there, strong, wonderful in its solidity, that I am filled with peace and gratitude, and it puts me at peace. A community like ours, moving together, is so rare, and I feel enveloped in grace.
I am so grateful too for a family to leave the girls with, so happy that we did not have to drag all three girls from the ferry to the train, from the train through the airport.
Gotta go. We're really boarding now, even the relaxed, unconcerned people without kids.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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