Tuesday morning we got up early to take Ted to the airport for the first leg of his journey to Africa to serve in the Peace Corps. He dressed up in his dressy casuals for the flight to Philadelphia.
He'll be gone for 27 months (we're counting). It's painful to separate from those you love.
Each morning I take a moment to recall that I must be separated from all that I hold dear. I also remind myself that I'm not the only one who must be separated from all they hold dear; all must be separated from all they hold dear. These reminders serve to help me savor what is dear to me each day. They also help to soften (if only a little) the pain of separations and goodbyes.
We knew we had to do something to lift our spirits after the tearful goodbye, so we planned a hike at Point Reyes National Seashore. I'm really glad we did. The beautiful surroundings lifted our moods somewhat. But truth be told, we both had pretty heavy hearts.
We walked about 6 miles in all and had lunch at Coast Camp where Ted and his friend, Mitch, from college had gone backpacking last month.
We talked to Ted on the phone from his hotel this evening. He had a good first day in training and is feeling really excited about the adventure he's about to begin.
I'm feeling better already.