Tomorrow is my last day of work for quite awhile. I have to admit that I'm pretty much checked out mentally, so hopefully none of my patients tomorrow require any advanced cognitive skills. I warned Sarah (super friend and office-mate) that if anybody is too nice to me tomorrow, I'm going to cry. I'll probably cry all day anyway. It's a weird feeling knowing that, no matter what happens with Bee, I'm going to be a different person on the other side of all this. Hopefully for the better, but definitely different.
Tomorrow is also Henry's last day of daycare until we get back in town. I've tried to explain this to him but, you know, he's not even two years old. I might as well be trying to teach him the fundamental theorem of calculus (I was a nerd in a former life). Even though he doesn't get it, I know he's going to miss his friends and his sweet and wonderful teachers. I know kids are resilient and adaptable etc etc, but taking him from his familiar routine hurts my heart.
Sorry for the disjointed post. Just felt like y'all needed a little update, I suppose :)
To close, I'll leave you with a couple verses from Psalms that I believe are for our sweet baby Bee:
I know the Lord is always with me.
I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me.
No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice.
My body rests in safety.