My parents are heading to Moscow, Russia for two years to train parts of Eastern Europe in our church's addiction recovery program. My mom is a mental health therapist and my dad has been involved with addiction recovery support groups as a leader and mentor for years. They will make an incredible team and do so much good across the sea. If all goes as planned, they will be flying to the Mother Land (is it the Mother Land ?) as I'm flying home from NYC. Two ships passing in the night.
Their farewell was phenomenal and I was reminded again what amazing parents I have. The variety of people there to support them was such a testament to their love that knows no limits of age or background. There were men from some of my dad's groups, former students who performed under the direction of my father, some of my mom's clients whose lives she has helped through therapy, old friends, and their church family.
Their talks were so powerful and simple. Humble and real. They are smart and funny and talented and cultured and I know they are going to have a fabulous time. Some people think they are crazy for going so far away in their "advanced age" but my parents have always been adventurous. There have been so many snags (some major) to get them out the door and on their way to Russia. We have our fingers crossed that the final snag will not turn in to a major run and they'll still be able to put on their panty hose and go to work.
When they said goodbye to me this weekend my mom's last words were, "I really hope I don't see you for two years." (This means that the final hurdle they are trying to surpass will not get in the way of them leaving and we'll be waving at each other from our airplane seats. It would be awfully good news if I don't see her for two years. It means my mother's health is solid).
Until we meet again (Hopefully in Istanbul...). I LOVE YOU, MOM AND DAD!
Above: my brother Taylor (far left) and wife Emilie, the parental unit, me and the hubs.
Taylor and girls Jada and Bailey
Peter was very serious about being involved. He loves being "on stage"--I have no idea where he gets it from. This was right before my parents were being set apart as full time missionaries and Peter wanted to help explain what was going on. It was one of the cutest things I've ever seen.
Again...helping my parents introduce everyone.
The fabulous Lisa Crocket Porter. (P.S. My shiny face might blind you in all these photos).
Kymberly Mann Stoddard, yours truly, Lisa Porter, Karyn Mann. Showtime children.
Did you know that my closest friends are some of my parents closest friends? Its a rare and fun thing to share best friends with your parents.
Justin and the Bices.
My support team.
Final goodbyes. (Hopefully).
Fingers crossed we all fly safely and that the boys survive without me. The Big Apple awaits!