David has a goodbye celebration planned. Balloons filling the living room and bubble wrap on the floor.
He's talking about it and verbalizing how he is feeling so well. I am really impressed.
I'm slowly preparing. Very slowly. More slowly than I'd like, but I can't go any faster. It hurts too much if I do.
Lee has been picking up the slack. He knows I desire for things to be mostly in order and that I am overwhelmed with thinking about what to cook and if we have enough food. He has been so kind to listen as I talk about the million different thoughts and emotions I have.
Anthony is doing alright, I think. Just more anxious and less secure than usual.
The little guy is excited. We have been counting down the days on his calendar.
It is happening. Time feels like it is speeding up and I am not sure I like it.
And now a huge blizzard is predicted for the same day his Papá is supposed to arrive. Poor guy. Of all days!
It is just another reminder to me that we can make all the plans we wants, but God's plans will always prevail and are always better than we could ever imagine.
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