Early morning

Emily opened her eyes, looked at me and proceeded to belch and fart at the same time. It was so loud that her Daddy heard her in the bathroom. It must have made her feel better because she immediately grinned at me. I laughed. Johnathan's remark was, "If she sneezes, she'll get a wish." Babies have it made.

Our belongings are slowly making their way into boxes. I'm only pausing to write this while I eat breakfast. Most of the unused kitchen items have already found happy homes, and David's winter stuff is neatly tucked into a suitcase. It's slow go, but I'm a little less than two weeks early, so still hopeful.