This morning was much like any other morning. I made coffee, grabbed milk some milk from the fridge, read for a while with my little dog Ginger in my lap.
As the sun came up, I bundled up to take her outside on this characteristically brisk January morning. I listened to the hum of the heat pump. I took a long, hot shower and contemplated all these ordinary, mundane rituals.
Tomorrow morning I will wake up on a bench in the Brussels airport,half way to the other side of the world. I'll be away from my bed, my husband, my children, my dog, refrigeration, hot water and cold weather.
My last thing I did before I left, my parting act of love for my family, was to clean the toilet. Really, is there any greater act of love?