Day 2,247

The Unexpected Call

Roll out of bed. Shoot lizards and trees. 

Fashion a bow out of random household items while Dad’s at work. 

Get the call. 

Pack as fast as possible. 

Rush everything. 

Explain why Daddy has to leave. 

Pray they understand. 

Drive to the airport. 

Pray as a family in the truck. 

Cry. 

Give kisses. 

And hugs.

So many hugs. 

Remember that it was only four days ago that you hadn’t seen Dada in 17 days. Cry. It changes so fast. 

Work on your grunt call while saying bye. Duh. 

He’s so great. 

Cry. 

Drive “home” (Airbnb). 

Eat your feelings in Dad’s caramel gelato. 

Celebrate the call with Dad’s caramel gelato. 

Of course, while sitting on the pavement outside your “home” because your Airbnb host is selling their house and it’s being shown at 7:30PM for the sixth time in four days. 

Eat more. 

Hopscotch. 

Run inside when it starts pouring.

Host the hour-late realtor and her clients while baking pizza. 

Move all the kids to your bedroom for the night. Blow up mattresses since your host already moved their beds to their new house. Get the gun. 

Get the chair. 

Almost as good as Daddy. Just not quite. 

Read bible. FaceTime Daddy. Congratulate him on his promotion! Pray. Put babes to sleep. Begin frantic flight/hotel/Airbnb/home search. Pray. Should I stay or go? What do we do? For how long? This is crazy. 

Crazy good. 

As long as we’re intentioned in our pursuit of Christlikeness as the goal and prize of our lives, we’re good. Really good. Regardless of where we are. And though the insanity reached a different and new level last night, it’s totally manageable and we’re ready. We’re praising the Lord for the invaluable time and lessons learned here in NOLA and looking forward with expectation to our time in Miami!

Congratulations, Dada!! We can’t wait to cheer you on from our Sunshine State!!! What a remarkable journey it’s already been. Here’s to much more!! 

Sleep. 

Wake up at 6:30AM for flight at 10:40AM. It’s 2AM now. Goodnight Nola.