Its finally sinking in.

I’m leaving here in in one sleep.

My mama won’t see Jovi again until she is walking.

It will be her first birthday at the earliest

It hurts my heart to think about not seeing my parents for almost a year. I talk to them all the time on the phone, but its just not the same.

I miss my hubby. I’m ready to get back the swing of things. But I just get weird and nostalgic when its time to leave here. I’m jealous that my brother is going on a beach vacay with my parents next week. I’m sad that my SIL’s going to have a new baby and I’m stuck on the West Coast (I probably won’t see him/her till they are a year or more old). I’m afraid we just won’t see anyone for a long long time.

I’ve always been a deep thinker, but right now I have so so much going on upstairs right now, its overwhelming.