I am in a blisteringly good mood today.
And why shouldn't I be? So much to look forward to. So much to be thankful for.
It is 8 short days until our family trip to Florida. The i's have been dotted and the t's have been crossed. I've turned this trip all around in my hands to look at from every angle, dismantled and put it back together countless times, polishing every piece as I go -it should work. Better than that, it should run well, fast and smooth like the meticulously tuned engine it is.
My boys have had so many ups and downs this fall. High highs and low lows. Every week it's been something new. Thank goodness for excellent therapists and the choice which allows me to be at home full time. They've needed 100% effort and attention. I can happily say they are thriving.
On our kitchen table right now is a small tower of boxes and packages. Allergy safe, prepackaged foods for the boys own private trip stash. It is strange to say how happy that stack of cookies and crackers, pretzels and craisins is making the boys and I. I think partly because it is tangible evidence that we are really going -nothing so abstract as plans and bookings, or even tickets, but real, solid foodstuffs to eat then and there in Florida. But the main reason it is happy and excitement-making is because it represents safety and comfort. Tactile proof that the boys needs will be taken care of on this trip. They will be safe. There will be enough familiarity to be comfortable with the unfamiliar. They will have fun.
8 more days!
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