Okay, we're trying to keep it together here. It looks like Hank and I will be flying into Pennsylvania this coming Monday. A week from today.

In the meantime, I'm making a checklist today of all that we need to do to get our house ready to sale. We are doing this anyway, so the timing couldn't be more perfect. I'm up to my eyeballs in boxes and bins. And every night I lay in bed thinking about what else I need to pack up.

The boys are aware but oblivious (if that makes any sense) to what is going on. Tres asked me yesterday if we moved far away, would he still see his cousins. But I think he doesn't grasp the concept.

The volleyball tournament this past weekend went pretty well. We came in 5th or 6th out of twelve teams. We definitely have played better ball... but I'm still so proud of those girls! We have another tournament in Pensacola this weekend, so it will be a long week, weekend, and beginning of the week for this already pooped mom.

When I got home yesterday, Hank and I took them to see Charlotte's Web at the dollar theater. I cried. And Tres has been asking me "Am I dying?" ever since. Thanks Charlotte.

Well, I better get back to it! Everytime I feel myself starting to get anxious over this situation, I remind myself that God has our very best in mind. He isn't going to let us down.