Apr 23

We are now at T minus seven days til we roll out of Saskatoon.  Things are busy.  Saying goodbye can be emotionally tiring. It almost makes me look forward to actually being out of Saskatoon just so I can get on with the work of adjusting and not spend every single day realizing how much I will miss people.  Is missing a friend better than the anticipation of missing a friend? I don’t know.

I am missing blogging but I feel like I don’t have the mental energy to devote to writing about anything besides moving.  And that gets kind of boring after a while.  I am really hoping to be able to pick up with this again after we get settled in London.

But here is something for some amusement from Dooce because it reminded me of something my daughter would say:

One of Leta’s favorite ways to pass the time these days is to recite the age of everyone she knows. She loves to tell me that I am 31, that Daddy is 41, and that Chuck, he is five, and that is not very many. Whenever we ask her if she is tired she will shake her head like she can’t believe she has to explain this to us again and say, “No, I’m not tired. I’m THREE!” As if three is the opposite of tired. I’ll tell you what three is. Three is the opposite of A DISTINCTLY LIKABLE HUMAN BEING.

I wouldn’t say that last sentence is necessarily true. At least not all the time. But it’s still funny because all parents can relate to that feeling.

Apr 20

This week has been full of emotion for me.  The move is becoming real and the possibility of not coming back is weighing on me. We certainly are open to coming back but I have been facing the reality that it may not happen. I walked around my back yard yesterday and saw the day lilies starting to poke through the dirt and the buds on the lilac bush and felt so sad that I would not be around to see them bloom.  Our house is half packed and so there are stacks of boxes as a constant reminder of what is ahead for us. 

I have been sick with a cold that I just can’t seem to kick. Someone is ALWAYS sick at our house!  Seriously.  It’s ridiculous.  I’m having a bit of a hard time coping with being sick and dealing with all the mental heaviness of what we are about to do. Don’t get me wrong, I am still excited about this move.  But my emotional connection to Saskatoon is very strong.  When the SOLD sign goes up on the lawn and your belongings are packed in boxes it’s hard to ignore what’s going on around here.  So I am trying to spend as much time as possible with the friends that I love and hoping to cling to them in this next week before I have to let go for a long time.  Hope I’m not smothering you guys. :)

And one final thing:  We have some acquaintances whose seven month old daughter was diagnosed with leukemia this week.  It is an aggressive form of cancer and it sounds like her chances of survival are small. If you pray, please do so.  I had to have a good cry when I imagine what it would be like to see Kieran, who is just a few months older than this little girl, sick in the hospital with a low chance of survival.  Sometimes it’s hard to appreciate our children until we are faced with their mortality.  I am trying to be thankful for my kids this week, even when they wake up at 5 in the morning.