Today is our 14th anniversary.

As Paul has been traveling so much and it’s Monday, we are going out for dinner “all family of us.” You can read the account of the last anniversary I blogged about here.

Paul just returned from a ten day trip a week ago, but was scheduled to depart for an eleven day trip this Wednesday. For those who have a little trouble with the numbers, that’s 21 days gone between Thanksgiving and Christmas, i.e., Too. Much. The first trip went really smoothly, in no little part to the fact that my sister is a saint. She had one of my kids at her house almost constantly. I was trying to be a brave little soldier about the next trip, but only Paul can tell you if I was succeeding. (Let’s discount crying, OK?)

This morning Paul called me to say that the Vietnam portion of this trip is being postponed until January. This means that instead of flying out this Wednesday and returning eleven days later, he’ll be flying out next Tuesday and returning the following Friday – a four day trip, which is just about the nicest anniversary present ever.

My gift to him is that I won’t worry about how the postponed trip and the South American trip that is tentatively scheduled for January are going to work out with Eden’s birthday and the birth of Torey’s baby (when I plan to help her a lot), let alone think about the big trip projected for February and March. Tomorrow and January and so on will take care of themselves.

Today, I am going to celebrate.

Many more.