It’s 5am. I’ve been awake since just before 4am. This is the way it’s been for days now. It’s insomnia. But it’s the best kind of insomnia. It’s the kind that comes with a new adventure. It’s small child at Christmas waiting for Santa insomnia.
Today, I’m making the best use of my insomnia by packing stuff. #1 is out for the night with his friends. Celebrating. Saying goodbye. Crying. He’s already cried a couple of times. He hates saying goodbye. I hate saying goodbye.
Things I will miss :
- Friends. I’ve made some good ones here.
- The beach.
- Sunrise over the Atlantic.
We leave in 3 days. If you think of us, say a prayer for safety. For traveling mercy. We’ve had a few mishaps over the last week. It seems like you know who really doesn’t want us to go to Arizona. God must have something really big for us there.