my lil' man is sick, sick. he's teething and his poor nose is stuffy. last night he was up every 30 min last night, stretching and whining. miserable. i wish there was a way i could explain to him what's happening. for now, tons of kisses and time cuddling will have to suffice.

june 4th

we are moving june fourth.

we are moving june fourth.

we are moving june fourth.

i don't really think i've wrapped my head around what that means. in less than a month, i will be making the biggest move of my life. eric and i have been selling some of our furniture on craigslist. it's odd watching our things taken away. they're just things, but they're like mac and cheese at a potluck-- they're a staple. they're the first things we're saying goodbye to, and that's making this all seem real for the first time.

my mom has been laying it on THICK. she's trying not to, but i mean, her baby (and her baby's baby) is moving 17 hours away. she's upset. i get it (mom, if you're reading this, i really do understand). it's going to be very hard leaving my family here, knowing they'll miss so many of henry's firsts, knowing he'll miss time with them.

when i get really down, i remember why we're doing this. i think about waking up in the morning, making coffee, holding henry on my hip and getting eric get ready for work (i'm reading "the meaning of wife" by anne kingston; so, i do realize this is something that june cleaver and foldgers commercials have done to me). i think about all the special things henry and i can do together. i'm excited about stroller rides, the library, zoo visits, grocery runs, afternoon naps... i mean, i have done some awesome things in my day: organized protests, directed plays, shaved my legs while 9 months pregnant, but NOTHING compares to the joy i've had taking care of my son. NOTHING.

i mean, look at this kid... can you blame me?

& so, those moments of sadness and doubt? they don't last for long. he's worth it...