Holding tight...

     I am holding tight to my Father's hand.  I honestly didn't think that the week before we left that I would be feeling like I do.  Scared.  Overwhelmed.  Excited beyond words.  Longing.  Unable to sleep.  So full of thoughts and emotions that I can hardly think straight.

    We have a lot on our plates.  Rob's frantically trying to get as much done on the house he is building.  It is our livelihood.  It is going on the market in the next week so we need to get papers drawn up.  Dad will have power of attorney while we are gone.  Praying that a buyer will come soon.  A bit overwhelming on the business end to think of Rob leaving for 3 weeks.

    Leaving Ben behind is killing me.  I know that Dad is next door and we are arranging different people to get him where he needs to go but this is my son.   I am doing a lot of praying on this one.  So many questions swirling on how to arrange for him to fly out to me.  Who will watch over him... will a Reece's Rainbow family be able to escort him?  I'm struggling.  One son is waiting for us to rescue him and one son will be left behind.

     My computer is dying.  It's taking its last breath even as I type.  It makes writing hard because it has an annoying habit of just shutting down.  Dead.  No warning.  Rob revived it for a few months but we have come to the realization that it wants relief.  One more expense.  It's my livelihood.  Just having to hold tight because the water is deep in that department.

     We are so excited yet so nervous.  We leave in 10 days.  10 days.  Holding tight to my Father's hand.