Sunday mornings are a breath of fresh air before I enter my week and today was no different, except... I heard nothing that was taught during service. I tried to focus but there were much more prominent items on my mind. Such as...
Where will Briggs sleep? What is he doing now? Where are we going to get 12k to go get him? When will we go get him? What is work going to say about extended vacation time? What if I sold EVERYTHING and lived there for a month? I wonder what we'll have for lunch? Is it too early to buy him a motorcycle? Should we start looking at houses? How will our office mix with a baby room? And on and on and on.
So, needles to say, the least of my worries lately are changing diapers and my gag reflex in response to regurgitated baby food.
Bring on Briggs.
