Right now, they're in Vienna, probably sitting sleepily at their gate. Maybe my grandma is picking out German words she remembers hearing as a child. Maybe they're listening to the Albanian families around them.
Maybe they're imagining, as I am, the way we'll hug in a few hours, outside the tiny Prishtina terminal.
It reminded me of my mom and grandma, both of whom have had plenty of practical years forced upon them by circumstances they never could have foreseen, and both of whom have come out of these years with the joy and spunk of someone who hasn't seen half the troubles they have. I love this about my family. I love that when my grandma retired, she chose to move a block away from us and go to all my volleyball games, because it made her happy. I love that she eats pizza with her girlfriends and travels across the globe. I love that my mom goes for 15-mile bike rides, just for the fun of it. I love that she, too, is an adventurer.
I love that both of them thought it would be a great idea to come visit us in Kosovo.
I love that both of them thought it was totally reasonable that I wanted to move here in the first place. That they encouraged me to shirk practicality and go straight for my passions. That they continue to support me, through all of the ups and downs of this life.
Hopefully you have someone in your life who encourages you in this way, but if not, let me speak the blessing of my mother and grandmother over you: Pursue life. Pursue God. The hard season will not last forever.
And with that, it's off the airport I go...
Love to you all,