Brent and I are going away overnight this weekend. Without any kids. Not even my baby. Who’s quickly becoming not my baby. AGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I realize that with the sheer accomplishment of finding people who are willing to take in four children, let alone the fact that it’s been from before Tessa that we’ve gone childless, that this should be exciting- which it is- but it’s so hard too!
I know the first time leaving each child is the hardest, so I’m glad that this is the last child I have to go through this with. I’m trying to look forward to it, but anxiety and sadness come in random waves along with the excitement and anticipation.
I know… I sound like a freak. I’m guessing most people are thinking that with four kids I’d be running out the door at the first opportunity. Oh well.
