Surely there an apt word that describes leaving part of your heart in one place and going to another. In our vernacular we call it "airport goodbyes." As we cried and hugged in the airport parking lot tonight, I was profoundly reminded of the cost of this sort of life. Thankful for the gift of this crew right here, for friends, for grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins, and others that sacrifice time and experiences with people they deeply love to send them half way around the world. Honeslty airport goodbyes are terrible but the call is worth it.
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