Single mother for a week

Image by Peter Emmett

James is off The Philippines this morning on a business trip. He's been to almost every financial city in Asia, but never Manila.

He's only gone for 6 days, but always, he is missed dearly. He left early for his flight, giving Abigail silent kisses in bed before he left. Abi and I are used to being alone for periods of time, but it never gets any easier. She asks for him in bed, and doesn't understand when he doesn't come home every night. But I know how hard it is for him to be away from us too. In a foreign city, working hard, meeting new co-workers. He seldom gets the see the sights, unless he is taken out by clients. It would be hard to visit so many amazing places and never be able to full appreciate the whole experience.

I remember an old dance song that begins with "On my plane to Manila" which is very fitting to start the week. The lyrics continue, suggesting to dance without wearing seatbelts, I know there will be none of that on James's flight to Manila.