There haven't been new words here in a while... and I've left you hanging at the balloon festival. I will just plead sorry, and promise that part two is coming... sometime.
The words of my heart are moving at a rapid pace, creating a buzz in the center of my chest, racing so quickly that I cannot catch them, I cannot hear them.
Boxes are piled in the corner of her room, ready to be transferred to the van. Tonight. It has taken a few to-do lists to get us here, and every time we check something off the list, it reminds us of something else that should be on the it. I am anxious to pull out of the driveway, and get to the either we have it or we don't part of this journey.
The next few days will be exciting... in ways that will scare us and bring us joy. I'm praying for the balance... and that when we kiss her goodbye, there are only smiles...