Miss M, Miss R, and Mr G, next week.
I wish I could say I am ready, but I'm not.
I have presents for everyone - Miss M and Miss R picked out theirs already, and they're stashed in our room. Miss R has some stuffed cute animals and sports equipment (yes, stuffed sports equipment), and Miss M has (not shockingly) stuffed sharks. Four, if I recall correctly - two hammerheads, one whale shark, and one great white, I think. Or maybe that one is a different kind. Mr G has his lovely sweater he asked me to not return (the not-right-for-wedding one).
So, done, on that. But there is the school stuff (tomorrow morning for Miss M and Miss R), and stories to think through, and to tell. Heck, I could start telling Mr G's story any day now - hmm. 16th, minus three days, that's today. So, today, 11 years ago, I was in labor with him. Those 80 hours seem longer and longer the farther ago they were. It is harder to imagine having that kind of time to give to the process.
Hard to imagine him not being here yet, too. Hard to imagine myself so young, so new at this, so unaware of all I was about to start learning.
At least I had the grace to admit I didn't know what I couldn't know.
And now, here we are. The girls are almost 4, he's almost 11, the days slog by but the years vanish when we aren't looking. Or when we are, both.
Ah, well, time to go to bed. I have some photo boards to make up tomorrow morning for Miss M and Miss R, for their classes. Probably should get some sleep.