We are sitting in the airport, books in our laps. Alex is reading There is No Me Without You, and I have been engrossed in The Help. Our plane has just arrived outside, and within hours we will be in the skies, heading toward Iceland.
Minutes ago, a Korean Air flight roared through the gray Seattle skies. Just over two years ago, we were sitting in this same terminal, in this same lounge, watching the same Korean Air jet pull up to the jetway. We held hands and practiced our Vietnamese phrases and tears came. MyLinh was waiting a world away. It is incredible to be here now...to have that day feel so close and so long ago. This morning we cuddled and kissed that sweet sparkle of a daughter, unable to remember life without her in our arms.
Today, we dream of Moses, imagining him wrestling with doting brothers and dear sis. We are thankful to so many that have made this journey possible. Kiss our babes for us while we are away...
...and we're off!