Dreams

All the planning and preparing came to fruition last night in a happy, sad, tearful farewell at the Salt Lake airport as Preposterous Plan 2013 went from dream to reality in a single footstep.  Three footsteps, I suppose, as Scott, Golda and Ruby turned to go.  They are in Central Park right now!  I should be forlorn, but I feel peaceful and excited, and so glad Scott gets to spend these next few days with his girls.  I could worry about things beyond my control, but I don't have that kind of power of concentration.  I am a little anxious, though, praying that everyone will travel safely.

I was visiting with a friend, Julie Laub, whose daughters are away in various parts of the country.  She reassured me, "The hand of God is on our children as they travel."  I absolutely believe that, and that is all I need to know.  I am thankful for my friend and thankful for a Father in Heaven who knew that those words would resonate with me.

I like to think about us all being together again at the end of the summer, after all our adventures.  At the same time, I refuse to wish away even a minute of this glorious summer, the summer when somehow our dreams fell into reality and our reality became utterly dreamy...