Yes, we're in the final countdown: 10 days to go before we jump on the plane and embark on our journey to Middle Kingdom!
As you can imagine, these days I switch rapidly from frantically-trying-to-check-things-off-the-to-do-list mode, to complete-freak-out mode, to missing-the-Bry mode...
Oh, Bry Bry... it's been a week now since you've driven off with your daddy and uncle to Texas, and I can't tell you how much tears I've shed in those first few days when you and daddy were gone... I look at your empty bowl, I cry. I pick at all those hair you've shed on my black dress pants, I cry. I found that random (rotten) piece of carrot under the couch, I cry.
But seeing your happy face and reminescing our good ol' days together will always cheer me up :)
Actually, seeing you happy butts makes me smile even more (Eva: don't worry, Bryson, I won't tell people about that plumber thing going on...)
I'm so relieved when I heard you're doing quite well with your extended family in Austin. In fact, sounds like you're being spoiled rotten from having full couch privilege, to being fed carrots and apples by your grandparents around the clock, to enjoying long walks with your fur-cousins in the balmy Texan evenings.
For more photos of our precious family time with the Bry, visit our album here.
Having gotten this intense Bry-Bry missing sentiment out, I can go back to freaking out now. Oh, and you know what else is so fun when you have 10 days to go before moving out of the country?
Getting laryngitis and losing your voice... CHECK!
Finding out we don't have a place to stay on the day we arrive in China... CHECK!
Standing in pharmacy line for an hour and couldn't get our refills... CHECK!
And here's the best one...
Locking your child in the car at Target's parking lot when your husband's out of town... CHECK!
*Hyperventilate*
*Breathe in from brown bag, breathe out to brown bag*
*Ohm....*
Pass out.
