T-minus 4 hours before Shane picks me up to take me to the airport.
I still feel a little detached from it all. And a little frazzled, thinking I have a ton left to do even though I really don’t.
Seth chose to go to school instead of going to the airport with us. I’m actually proud of him being so grown-up. I walked him out to the bus to let the driver know I would be gone for two weeks and wish them a happy summer since school will end while I’m away. Seth looked at me and said “You in France, Mom. Have fun.” I realized at that moment that I was putting him on the bus like it’s a normal day and yet I wasn’t going to see him for two whole weeks.
I had to take a deep breath.
But I only hugged him a quick “I’m not a baby, Mom!” hug and said thank you and I would see him in two weeks and don’t get in trouble in school. My ‘forever baby’ isn’t a baby anymore.
I’m about to make my fourth trip to the store for things I forgot to buy (portable charger, hair ties – because my cat steals all mine and dumps them in her water dish).
It’s raining miserable outside.
I really, really dislike flying. It’s near to terrifies me. And it’s raining. Isn’t that wonderful?
Today is my last post from the states for awhile. My next post will be come from Paris! Until then, I leave you with this.
My sweet friend found me at church on Sunday and gave me this little brick-a-brack. I set it next to the ILY hand I made at camp last summer, right where I could see it. I keep looking at it and smiling. A few more hours and I’ll be on my way to study sign language in France. I never would have dreamed I’d one day be doing anything like this!