I'm right now on my way to Denver for a couple of days. And if you live there, you already know I didn't tell anyone I was coming.
Emma was supposed to take a trip with Toben to see her BFF, but then his trip got cancelled and he couldn't go. She was heartbroken, so we've juggled tickets and she and I are on a plane headed for Denver rightthisveryminute.
It's a quick trip and as much as I'd love to see everyone I love, it's just not possible. But I will be there for Christmas with lots of time to sit and chat.
It's such a quick trip, I'm not even taking my computer. So I'll be unplugged for a couple of days and back around the bloggy world near the end of the week.
Well, I'm up and dressed and packed, but sitting at the dining room table in the dark instead of in the car on the way to the airport. This was all set to auto post in about an hour, but I've just re-tucked everyone into bed.
Emma woke up with a fever, in tears because she's not feeling well. So we made the difficult call to cancel our trip. Don't you hate being a grown up sometimes? Fifteen minutes until you're supposed to be walking out the door and trying to decide what to do.
We decided to stay home and then I called my mom to confirm we'd done the right thing. Which she said we had. (Thanks, Mom!) There are just times that I need someone to tell me I'm doing the right thing. Is that something we ever outgrow, do you think?
The right thing is sometimes the really hard thing.
So today I'll unpack everything I packed last night, bring Emma drinks with bendy straws and work on getting caught up on things like email and housecleaning and the reading we need to do for homeschooling.
If you think of Emma today, would you say a prayer for her heart? She's disappointed--again. This is the second time this trip has been cancelled and I'm not sure what's worse--the fever headache or the heartache. (And you could say a prayer for her BFF Hayden while you're at it. This is the second time she's been disappointed too.)
It's such a comfort to me to know that God cares about our heartaches--big or seemingly small. He knows how much Emma's heart is hurting and he cares deeply. As a mom, that makes me love him all the more.
Still much love,