



Tonight will be the first time John and I will leave our precious baby boy. We've actually asked two girls to watch him and one is a professional. That's how paranoid we are. I just think of the autobahn and cringe. I almost cried last night thinking of what might happen if we died. God gave me an amazing ability (tongue and cheek) to actually feel the way I would feel if I were in the situation. Yeah, not fun.
Side story. I remember, when I was a little girl, imagining that the wicked witch of the west was on the other side of my shut bedroom door. For a moment I was Dorothy. It took my dad a few tries to convince me that he wasn't the wicked witch. I remember being in hysterics. So much for a keen imagination.
I just hope a Christian family (who has kids already) takes him so that both his family and my family can visit him when they want to (so, obviously not related). Plus being raised in a Christian home is important to both John and I. So there, if something does happen, you guys (in this blog world) know our wishes. I think we should at least know the couple, too. You might think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I'm being very transparent, if you will.

Toes for a snack.
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