In India it is 4 in the morning and Paul has just begun his journey home, planning to arrive tomorrow at 3:30 pm EST. That is 22 hours of travel. This trip was sort of thrust on him at the last minute. Because it was interrupting my family’s visit he told the person who booked his trip that he wanted to leave as late as possible and return the soonest. Because of the time changes and the fact that he often skips a day on his way out and because I am busy here it can sometimes be difficult to grasp his schedule.
I dropped him off at the airport at 2 pm on Sunday. He called me as soon as he got to his hotel at 4 pm on Monday. In India it was 2 am on Tuesday. He was supposed to have gotten in at 11 pm on Monday and was scheduled to do part of his presentation first thing Tuesday. Fortunately there was a change and his time was pushed back to that afternoon.
Paul doesn’t usually shove the things he does for me in my face but quietly does them. He is not the one to yell, “This is me sacrificing for you!” instead he simply sacrifices. Subtlety can be lost on me, but not this time. I got it. To spend 48 hours out of a 120 hour period on airplanes in order to be away from home 5 days instead of 6 or 7 is a great sacrifice.
This is me getting that and acknowledging it and saying, “Thank you.”