The fridge is empty…
I can’t light the oven…
I have Z strapped to me because little V is still fighting off the stomach flu and we wanted her to catch a good nap without him crying to lay down for his.
A beautiful pie pumpkin from the garden is eye-balling me and I’m dying to cook it so we can have some pumpkin bread.
Make no mistake. I know we are blessed.
Blessed because we’re in the final stretch.
Blessed because this process has been extremely smooth and easy.
Blessed because V seems to have passed the vomiting stage.
Blessed because of all that I have.
I think we’re coming off of the stress of all that was accomplished. And it is wonderful!!