My baby girl (Becky, who is 19) is now southern Africa. And she’s there for the next 10 months. I’m still trying to take in that information, so I thought it would help to write about it!
We took her to the plane last Sunday morning (6 a.m.!), and I swore I was going to be brave just long enough to get her on the plane. I almost made it. My eyes started tearing up when I saw her being friendly and cute with the other passengers in line to go through security with her. She was starting conversations with at least three different people. That’s just how she is.
After putting her on the plane at the Charlotte airport, our sadly diminished family group went to the local IHOP for breakfast and cried into our pancakes. It was a bleak morning. My spirits rose when I got a text message: “I’ll call you when I get to Africa.” How ridiculous is that? Continue reading On Sending my Daughter off to Africa