This past week my 19-year old daughter, Kara, headed off to Peru for a year and a half, for a mission for our church. It was a hard week, but also a busy week as we tried to get her ready in the one week she had at home before leaving for Peru.
Even though we were so busy, Kara kept saying she wanted to go into DC while she was here. Those are words I just love to hear—but I also knew that her plane would leave at a set time—whether she was all packed and ready or not. So finally we agreed that if she had a certain amount of her packing done by Saturday afternoon, we would go into DC for a couple of hours. Continue reading