So, the whole moving to Orlando thing hasn’t really sunk in yet. That is probably because very waking moment is spent working or thinking about work (minus the 2 hours of TV I watch every week).
Well, the move is getting really close and I haven’t even begun to think of all the stuff we have to do to get ready. Not to mention that our house is still not sold. It is getting down to the wire here.
Well, all that said, this afternoon I had a moment with Asher and Jenn that almost made me cry (and did make jenn cry). The conversation goes:
(Wrapping a present for Asher’s friend’s birthday)
J – So Asher, how old is John today?
A – Three years old.
J – And when will Asher be Three?
A – In January… and I’ll have my party.
J – (somewhat quiet) Maybe you’ll have some friends by then…
A – And we’ll have Preston and John… (naming his friends who will be at the party)
Yeah, I had a moment of realization right then. My son has to leave his friends… And they won’t be at his birthday party.
It got me… and Jenn.
Now, he’s three and he’ll be fine. And we’re adults and we’ll be fine… but there was a moment where it was all very clear… and a little sad.
So, we continue onward. There is a lot to do between now and then… and now I need to save up to buy plane tickets for all Asher’s friends to come to Orlando for his birthday… Or at least a ticket for him to go see them.