I can sleep on the plane

Just go ahead and look at the post time. Get it over with. Go ahead. Yes, I'm up AGAIN in the wee hours of the night or morning or whatever this time of day is called. Leave me alone. I'm just planning ahead and am trying to help my body adjust to the forthcoming time change. Yeah right.

Ok, now that that's settled. I just wanted to let everyone know we'll be taking off for the airport in a few hours. My mother commented earlier this evening, ok, WAY earlier this evening, that I seemed calm. I don't FEEL calm, I feel...well, I'm not sure exactly. It's a wonderfully strange yet familiar feeling. The last time I sensed this particular panoply of emotions was the night before an unbelievably brave young woman placed her two-day-old treasure, in fact, her very heart, in my arms. My oh my, I had no idea what was in store for us next. So I guess it's fairly logical to assume I once again don't know what's coming. Kind of reminds me of the song, "I Can Only Imagine." Wow.

I remember we were excited and a little fearful those four short years ago. The same is true today except maybe a little more fear and trembling this time around. Hopefully a healthy fear, and I KNOW it's an even healthier excitement about the journey we're about to begin. Truly we are blessed. We're also deeply touched and humbled by all the support from our circle of family and friends. Words cannot adequately describe how thankful we are for you. 

So I guess this "feeling" will continue to remain nameless. But it's there. Undeniably there. And I like it. I just hope I get to feel it again... in a few years, that is. (Don't panic just yet, Jack.)