I always feel that school starts and life goes from 0 to 60 in a blink of an eye. After the years of being surprised by it (14 to be exact), I have started survival techniques to keep us all from getting bumped and bruised. This year has gone surprisingly smoothly, especially with one more student in the mix-ME. The kids actually get a kick out of me being in nursing school. I have to say I love it! I love my classes. I love the young people that I have met. I love my professors. I love the material (yes, I even love my stats and micro-biology class.) I have talked to all of my professors about leaving for a week in October/November. They are all great with it. I have talked to my advisor about taking next term and then the summer off. Everyone has been great about it. I love that my nursing school is most concerned about the disenfranchised and the poor, as well as global medicine. I feel like I am doing what I was made for. And it is happening in His perfect time.
Bella is loving her preschool day. We are falling into a sweet new normal. The other day, she got to sleep late (9:00...can you say growth spurt) and rolled out of bed, I got her cereal in a baggie, an apple, and juice and took her for a long morning walk in the jogger. She was in heaven. Talked my ear off. Loved the she was in her pj's underneath a blanket. Zach is researching how he can play soccer full time... Eliza is trying to get her driving hours in so she can finally get her license and Andrew is probably busier than he should be.
35 days until we get on a plane to go meet our little guy. Sometimes I feel like his babyhood is slipping away. The wait is hard. The not knowing when he will be home, even harder. But I do know that this is the easier part of the wait. After we meet him, hold him, the wait will be so much harder.