We would never have done this thing apart from my husband. His enthusiasm, his excitement, and his faith that it could in fact be done...they have been the driving force behind our Big Trip from the very beginning.
When Jeff suggested this venture last summer, I told him it was crazy. I put him off, saying "Let's wait and make sure that the baby is born healthy, and isn't too colicky..." Part of me thought he would forget about it. I mostly hoped he would. The very idea made my stomach churn.
A family of seven? On the road for three weeks? With a baby in tow?
Insanity.
I joked that we would need to budget a massage or two into our financial planning. Probably a few sessions with a therapist. I told my friends that I expected to come home with a new twitch. Time after time, he told me,"Think positive! Focus on the exciting things about all this." And I tried, I really did. But my heart quailed within me, and my knees were like Jell-O.
He was right. With a lot of prayer and the grace of God, it has been a phenomenal trip.
My husband excels at the practical things as well. It was his idea to pack "hotel suitcases." Genius. And when it comes to loading our vehicle, he has an amazing gift. Spatial organization it not my strong suit; it is most definitely his.
He brings bags into our lodgings each night. He hauls the cooler full of lunch goods to our rest stop picnic table. His servant heart blesses me each and every day.
He is the brains and the brawn; he is the heart and soul of this adventure. We never, ever could have done this without his self-sacrifice and vision.
I am blessed to call this man my husband! Even with the cow-tipping t-shirt.
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