As you can all attest (or at least imagine) I am not good at sitting still for very long. And lately I’m not even good at sitting for a short time. So the idea of a 16 hour flight from LA to Melbourne has given me considerable anxiety for weeks. So it was an incredibly pleasant surprise that our overnight flight was remarkably enjoyable and peaceful. Thanks in part to my pain meds (conveniently left over from my last knee surgery) I spent the longest flight of my life with a sense of peace, contentment and comfort. It reminded me of those last few weeks of pregnancy… when I knew I was doing one of the most important things of my life – by doing absolutely nothing. Feeling that feeling again, I suddenly realized our great ADVENTure was beginning on the very first day of ADVENT – a time of waiting, a time of anticipation of new life and new experiences.
On a related note, Mike and I realized a few weeks ago that the day that we were going to 'lose' when we crossed the international date line was going to be Monday, November 30th – our anniversary! As it turned out, the time we spent at 40,000 feet up in the air, sailing over the Pacific Ocean, holding hands and sharing naps, on our way to an experience that was so meaningful to each of us, was as great a celebration of our 18 years of marriage than anything we could have imagined!
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Actually Lynne wrote that one. We have limited access to the internet, so we have been rushed to post them all at once.
ReplyDeletewell said.... i like these words... oh you know i like 'em all, but these together especially. :) (the pregnancy comparison)
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