This is it, the moment we’ve been anticipating with dread and excitement is just hours away. Tonight we’re going to fly to Bangkok, then home to Cebu and Surigao in the Philippines, to be later followed by the long flight from Manila to Seattle, and finally a 5-hour drive to Chelan. We’ve traveled to these places so many times before. But we feel we’re venturing into a completely strange territory because this will be our first time to travel with our 7-month old baby. Should I even bother bringing a book or suduko puzzle?
The things we normally do, and I guess take for granted, won’t be as simple anymore. Like going to the mall and watching a movie at the cineplex. Or dining in restaurants and relaxing at our favorite bars while watching a live band perform. We may not even go island-hopping, although a drive to the beach with our nieces is still possible.
Instead we’ll be savoring every moment watching our son meet his grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins for the first time. We will introduce him to some solid foods. His cousins will teach him new things. He will be spoiled by all our relatives. And we will be seeing him crawl, too. It’s a totally different kind of adventure!