I'm wearing all black today to show respect for my old life. I think I'm mourning the loss of having time to do things I love, spend large quantities of time with my children, and having one on one time with my husband. Ok...so really I'm wearing black because that's all I could find that didn't need to be ironed, but the part about mourning is true. I suppose I should be looking at the glass as half full and celebrating my new adventures ahead. Sometimes I do, but right now I'm feeling a wee bit overwhelmed. The weeks ahead look impossible. I'm already feeling my two year old cling to my leg more, as if he knows what is about to happen. He can sense that mom will be gone a lot and his life too will be different.
What have I gotten myself into?
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