February 19
When I was growing up, my parents always brought my sister and I along on their anniversary dates. The four of us would dress up and head out together for a fancy dinner. We celebrated what God had done - this family that He had held together through many storms. I’ll never forget that bitter cold February morning 10 years ago when Sean and I loaded our own little family up into the car to head to the airport - first to MAF headquarters, then to Costa Rica, Ecuador, Mexico, and eventually on to Indonesia. As we turned out of their driveway after a frantic and emotional morning, the hard lump in my chest suddenly exploded as I realized the date – my parent’s anniversary. With a bitter swallow, I knew that the new normal for us would not include being together on February 19. There have been a few special years. I surprised my parents for their 40 th year together, bringing my toddler and newborn on an ill-advised (but worthwhile) journey from Ecuador....