I love to travel. I love to explore new areas and see new sights. I love the way my heart skips a beat when I first see a new vista, a new beautiful piece of our world. I've seen a lot of the States but I've not been to southern California or seen much of the desert area in Nevada, so I'm off. The husband is coming along, partly out of a desire to see our grandson and partly to indulge me a bit. He knows I would be traveling a lot more if it wasn't for him. He's a confessed homebody. He likes a little vacation from time to time but prefers the comfort of home. The familiar routines. The adoring grandchildren. Anyway, we are about to embark on a trip. Part of the travel will be flying and part a mini road trip through the desert. I'm excited but I find myself more worried than I have ever been before a trip. First, last week my father was not feeling well and I was trying to decide if I should go because of it. He has perked up and told me again and again how much he wants me to go and promised me he wouldn't have another stroke. Yeah, he actually said that. With a smile on his face and a little twinkle in the blue eyes I love so much. The nurses told me to go and that they believe he will be fine. They even went so far as to tell me I need this trip. (Does it show that much?!?) So, now I'm ok about my Dad. I still have my disabled daughter, who has been struggling emotionally lately, to consider. I know this trip will cause more anxiety for her and I have decided not to tell her till most of the trip is over. She calls my cell and won't realize anything for at least a few days. I hate to cause her any more problems but she is part of the reason I really need this break. And then there is my husband. Yes, he's coming but I'm concerned about his health. He has more health issues than I care to list but the current one may be flaring up. He is going to call his Doctor in the morning for advice. I'm sure we are going but the thought of being thousands of miles away and him ill is setting off my well developed worry alarm. I'm going to try to get some sleep tonight and let this all go. I'm going to focus on seeing new sights and seeing my beloved grandson. I'm going to give this over to God and let him watch over all the people I am stressing about. I am perfectly aware he does a much better job of that. Night.
You have a great trip. I'm not going to tell you not to worry about your family because I undestand that would be pointless (it would be in my case at any rate) Your husband will likely enjoy the time away with you as much as you do, especially as concerns spending time with family while traveling.
I too am rather much a homebody and understand your husbands point of view, but when I do go, I definately enjoy the time away. Who knows, the trip may benefit him physically as well, lift of spirits and all.
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