No, not that time.
It's 3:30am and Irene, my mom and the kids just left my house to head to the airport in Houston. I've been anticipating this exact moment for quite some time. I've wondered how I was going to feel, what I was going to say, how they were going to react. When Irene told me that their flight was at 7am I was a little bit sad. I guess I thought we would do a big to-do and, for example, if their flight left at 3pm we would spend the whole day laughing and playing and eating...enjoying the final few hours in College Station together. Maybe I'm being dramatic (which I think I might be allowed since it's 3:30am and I'm pregnant) but that's just how I envisioned it. But for some reason I think this way worked out better.
I am sad. I have fears. I have regrets. I have an empty house (except for the dogs) that was once scattered with toys, videos, luggage and most importantly, little, cozy, sleeping bodies.
At the same time I have excitement. I have hope. I have peace. I have joy that John is going to have a new opportunity to help battle his autism. He is a beautiful boy with a sweet heart and he deserves a shot at this new school.
I'm off to go climb in bed and hopefully catch some zzzzz's. I have to go into work tomorrow and try to keep myself composed...yeah, that ought to be interesting. So, goodnight, or good morning...
What I'm ExCiTeD about...
Koby comes home today!! He left on Friday to help Philip make the drive to Delaware and I really miss him.