a time for every activity under heaven.
I'm in a reflective mood for the past few days. This was largely brought on by my son's first venture into travel by himself.
And I'm not referring to commuting from home to school. He's travelling farther away albeit in his school uniform.
Part of the curriculum this year is a visit to Canberra (a 3-hour flight from our home base) and a side trip to Sydney. It's quite an auspicious time to be in the country's capital with the federal election happening in a few weeks time. It adds more excitement to the otherwise sedate metropolis.
Kiko is 11 and the air travels he's been on were always with the whole family. I guess it's just natural (especially for my dear wife) to be a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. Kiko must have had an information/instruction/reminder overload courtesy of his anxious parents dumped on him as we got closer to the airport.
He's normally quiet but the house feels especially still now that he's not home. We miss him. And by "we" I mean all of us including his "annoying" sisters. Chichay, my oldest daughter, expressed this by offering food to an empty chair while we were having dinner. Cute...and very touching.
But I'm glad that there is also a time to embrace (Ecclesiastes 3:5)... We're all looking forward to his return tomorrow!