Paul posted a picture of Courtney at the Aquarium on Facebook on Saturday that brought me to tears. It wasn’t Paul’s choice in clothes that had me so sad but the picture of the huge girl, with her face pressed up against the shark tank, taking in all the newness. And I was missing it.
Later we set up a video chat and she tried to feed me cheerios through the screen. She was so cute and very chatty and it nearly broke my heart in two.
I had originally planned to have a liesurely morning in Houston, complete with a massage and a shower. But I decided Saturday night that while the massage was going to be heavenly and relaxing, I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy it. So instead of leaving Texas at 1, I’m leaving at 7:45.
Of course, I didn’t sleep at all last night. Sounds that I hadn’t heard at all the first two nights kept me awake all night (someone seemed to have a fascination with the ice machine all night long). Combine the elevator noises, the ice and the snoring roommate, and I may as well have stayed awake all night.
It’s amazing that such a small person can have such a huge impact on my life, my priorities and my heart. I should now be home by noon instead of 5 and that’s what really matters. And when Courtney naps, I can nap and shower but I won’t miss anything else with her. This weekend anyway.
i would like to see this picture!