omar and i are in atlanta. the kiddies are showing grandma and grandpa the sites of miami. part of my “changes in the air” comment has to do with this trip. we’re here for our denomination’s church planting assessment. basically, we want to church plant so this is one of the first steps.
at first i thought it would be a romantic getaway for three nights. i’ve learned, though, that this will be more work than vacation. that’s ok.
and flying with omar is always fun. his name is evidently a touchy one for the security powers that be. this means we have to check in at the airport in person and they do a lot of typing while looking up at him. i finally asked the guy at the desk why we can’t check in online or at the kiosk. “his name is flagged,” the delta man said. ah yes, his name is indeed omar but of the puerto rican variety, not the middle eastern. so be it.
i’m not thinking there will be picture-worthy moments at this event. but maybe i’ll surprise you. and our view is for sure not picture-worthy. what kind of hotel room view would you pick for a couple on a getaway (of sorts) for the first time since baby two? a cemetery, right? check.