Not the most attractive, but it’s our last picture together for a while. The past few days have been a whirlwind. There’s been work, school, homework, gifts, packing, and so much other “stuff” that has been going on. Sometimes, I was thankful for any distraction, other times I wanted everything to stop so I could breathe in my surroundings.
We drove to the airport in almost complete silence. There was the occasional mention of traffic, what time it was, and how cold it was… but most of the conversation was spoken simply between our latched hands.
There was so much bustle at the airport, even at 5:00am. We sat watching people get on airplanes, a mom say a tearful goodbye to her children, even a few guys miss their flight. We sat… holding hands… talking about everything we could other than what was about to happen.
There were so many things that I wanted to say… but couldn’t muster the words, much less the strength so say them out loud. They finally called for his plane to board, I was hoping that I was dreaming… that the day had not actually arrived. We hugged and shared tearful “I love you’s” and then he was gone. I stood there until his plane left my sight and cried all the way to the truck. And so it begins…
We will be ok, sadness will fade and life goes on… in the meantime, we will be the best Perry’s we can be to honor the sacrifice that he has made for us and for our country.
“It [love] bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:7