Nervous

I'm sitting among boxes, thinking about packing, thinking about tidying and cleaning and preparing. But I just had to stop to write a little something.

We have finally passed the event that marked the end of the summer, the thing that stood between us and moving: Youth Conference. It was hard work. It was scary and overwhelming and at times felt like more than we could do. But it was a total success.

You handled it like a champ.

So this morning I woke up and knew that it was time to shift our focus onto packing up our little place, your first home, and getting ready to move accross the country. Close to family, close to the mountains and the ocean we love.

There are a million things to do and to plan and to think about. But as you rest, I just wanted to tell you that I love you. Tomorrow, you are finally going in for an MRI on your beautiful, big head. Your head has been growing more quickly than most babies and the doctors are worried. I keep thinking that if they knew you, how curious and friendly and smart and active you are, they'd know you need that big head to make a space for everything going on inside. But they just want to make sure. And I'm grateful they care.

I hope my feelings are confirmed. I can't help but feel a little bit nervous.