Two months. Come and gone, just like that. I have so much to tell you, so many stories to share, landscapes to remember in my gaze. Catch me gazing off into the distance at this hour and it's not because we're leaving the USA, it's because I'm tired. The clock's chiming 10:30 p.m. and we've had several friends drop by today and that's been good. I'm tired not because the last few months have been particularly busy, though they have, and I'm not tired because I missed a nap today, though I did. I'm simply tired because we've been up packing our suitcases and trying to make "it" all fit. My brain swirls with thoughts. I regret that I have not been able to blog more often; I had "good intentions" to do better but the reality of this chapter leaves me wanting more out of myself....pause....Shane is asleep. He actually cried when I laid him down for bedtime. He doesn't do that. The baby can sense a change in the air. Will board the plane tomorrow afternoon and sit on that plane for 21 hours. Each hour that passes I will thank the good Lord for Shane's coos and woos to other passengers, while at the same time holding my breath for the meltdown, the one thing that will push him over the edge and I'll be left holding a frustrated baby with people's eyes on me. This makes me a nervous mom. Yes, even with this great-behaved baby of ours, this blue-eyed wonder who people often first ask me, "Is he really this happy?!!!"

Time to catch some zzzzzzs. Soon we will land in India and collapse on our own bed. And that will be good.