Zzzzzz!

My kid's taller. I mean it. Hubby and I circled LAX a few times this morning until I spotted Teen Son's crew of 18 who had just flown in from Belize. It's a weird feeling letting your child, your baby for heaven's sake, fly off to some foreign country without you. But he has a zeal for missionary work, so we step out of the way.

On the drive back from the airport, some of team told us stories of humid days, busy children, orphanages, hospitals, mosquitos and prayer (lots of that last one, especially). They talked about families living in thatched huts, and a group of children walking ten miles to participate in VBS (the pastor arranged to pick them up the rest of the week).

I'd tell you more but Teen Son's still sleeping, and I'm feeling a little woozy myself from the late night--er--morning... On a side note, while we circled the airport like lost pelicans, I got a kick out of seeing so many different people coming into LA at all hours and from all over. Made me want to travel more. In the fall we'll be going to New York, and next year I'm hoping for Italy.

What about you, my bloggity friends? If fuel costs were not an issue, where would you like to go?