The wheels of dad’s suitcase roll against the concrete as he hesitantly makes his way down the driveway to his car. Another visit home is over way too quickly. As Les loads his bags into the car, he can see the kids press their faces against the bay window. He can see them waving and the lips of their mouths moving in what he knows is, “Goodbye dad! Love you!”
I know that as much as our kids and myself miss Les, he misses us just as much. He makes sacrifices for us that few others know about or understand. He makes possible everything I’m able to do at home and everything I do here is in thanksgiving for his gift to me.
Niki and I started marking Les’ travels on a large, wall map long before the boys moved in with us. Over the years, we’ve morphed this geography lesson into what we now call, “Where in the World is Dad?”. On the surface, it’s a school lesson but the real reason I continue to do this with Les and the kids is to keep all of us connected while he’s at work. FaceTime makes it all possible! We get to talk to him for free when he’s out of the country.
The boys recently finished asking dad another round of questions to figure out where he was staying. This was the first time he’s been on an island when we played this game so the boys thought that was extra neat.
I love traveling and in all the years we’ve been married, there’s only been two times where I was a little envious of where Les was staying – 1. Costa Rica (He stayed on a coffee plantation! How cool is that?!) 2. Bermuda
Why Bermuda? Well…my husband is not a beach person. Which is ironic considering he flies rich people who tend to go to beach destinations. Usually when he’s telling me about a new destination he’s ho hum about it. Not so with Bermuda. He’s been nothing less than excited about every aspect of it. I have no doubt that being a British colony might have something to do with it too. I told him that when he takes me on that imaginary vacation to make up for all of my birthdays he’s missed over the years that I want to go to Bermuda with him. (He’s been home for 2 or 3 of my birthdays in all the years we’ve been married. I honestly don’t remember the last time he was home for my birthday. This is the reality of being the wife of a pilot. Remember this when you’re oohing and awwwing about someplace we’re traveling. Even perks have a price tag attached them.)