Well, my hubby left for Honduras this morning at 2:30.  He drove up north to meet some of the rest of his team and then headed to the airport.  They had a 6:30 flight out of Toronto, with a 3-hour stop-over in Miami.  As of now, at 2:41 by my computer, he should be in San Pedro Sula, Honduras.  He should also have gotten the little note I tucked into his passport.    Yes, I'm like that.  I guess they'll get settled into their hotel and then he'll be able to email me that he's arrived safely. 
He's getting the chance to be a pharmacist for the poor there, dispensing medication at mini-clinics.  They'll set up in one spot for one day, help a few hundred people and then move on to another place the next day.  I've seen photos of some of the places they'll be working.  One of them he has to work in someone's house because there's no room for him anywhere else.   In another spot they'll be setting up tarps and then in another they'll be working out of a school that will close down just for them. 
I'm so proud of him for doing this.  I'm glad he gets to have an experience like this.  I'm just going to miss him like crazy.  I wonder how Arianna will do.  She's such a daddy's girl.
I'm glad my parents and sister are coming today, in fact they were supposed to be here by now.  My sister will be staying here with me until Thursday when we will go to my parents house until Sunday evening.  Chris will be home sometime very early Monday morning.
I think they're finally here, so I'd better go.