28 July 2017
In the middle of the night, I could see the next leg would depart on time.
Another pre-dawn check showed her over the Atlantic.
At breakfast, the little jet icon crossed my telephone screen into Canada.
By lunch, she reported in, through customs and live from Dallas.
And before dinnertime, the small silver plane landed on the hot blacktop of the place we call home and we waited for her to emerge from the gate.
Today, we were the Airport Reunion scene and others watched us and smiled.
Welcome home to our missionary servant traveler. We missed you, Sarahbear.