The fear and worry in her eyes is understandable. Her most beloved people in this world are all going on a trip. It’s not without risk, hence the worry.

I empathize. I also recoil. It feels like I’m doing something wrong and doubt creeps in. I reassure her everything will be alright, but how do we ever know?

I trust that the path I’ve set down is the right one. The kids will have a blast. We’ll come back all smiles.

Like being on the precipice just before you drop down the chute. We fear the unknown and embrace the moment once we jump. We don’t leap without preparation though. And my wife is a master is that. She plays out all the scenarios. I’m forever grateful for her forethought, doing my best to match it and ease her nerves and mine.