In the next four weeks, we must have a moving sale, organize our entire home to be packed for our move to a new province, pack for our trip to America, fly Zion to his eye doctor in Hong Kong, throw a 5th birthday party, say goodbye to Xiao Fu, say goodbye to our friends, eat up all the food in our deep freeze (consisting of mostly shredded mozzarella cheese, which means eating lots of baked spaghetti), finish up home school, and board the six of us on a plane to Arkansas.
That is not including whatever is on Daniel's checklist.
I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
How will Jubilee do on the big flight over the pond? That's anybody's guess. To be honest, I'm more worried about Bright and his new night-terror problem. At home, we rouse him at 10 p.m. to keep him from plunging into a fit of craziness, but we have heard that night-terror kids are a real...well...terror on the overseas flights. Our friend Tim has to toss his daughter, Natalie, into the airplane bathroom and let her go nuts until she finally wakes up. Hmmm, things could get interesting.
Our schedule in America makes the next four weeks look like a long vacation. Jubilee has the most to do, including being re-adopted, becoming an American citizen, and undergoing surgery to get her "pretty owie" removed. Life for us continues to be one big opportunity to recklessly trust the L0RD.
Four more weeks, friends. Chick-Fil-A, here I come!
