In 27 days we leave for our furlough/stateside assignment/home assignment - whatever you want to call it. In 27 days we will be leaving Mozambique to return to the U.S.A. - the land of our birth (except for Luke who was born in South Africa). We cannot wait.
Those of us who are not great fly-ers are getting a little tense about spending that much time encased in a steel tube, speeding through the skies for hour upon hour. But as Luke reminded me this morning - "What do you have to worry about riding in a plane? It's not like we have to drive it! We just sit there and watch movies, eat, play and sleep!".
Out of the mouth of babes. How I wish my faith were that strong and simple. I decided not to remind him of plane crashes, turbulence, tiny bathrooms, awful plane food, turbulence, claustrophobia, turbulence, rude flight attendants, turbulence, no leg room, people kicking the back of your chair, suspicious-looking passengers, and turbulence.
Anyway, we leave in 27 days and I will be getting on the plane with my eye on the prize(s) of seeing our loved ones again in America, drinking Dr. Pepper, driving up to a Sonic, perusing the aisles of Target and Walmart and watching Lost the actual night it airs on TV, not episodes we buy off i-tunes!
(By the way, we'll only be in the U.S. for 4 months. The plan is to return to Mozambique the first week of August.)