It’s a big week for me. It’s week #38. I’m a bit anxious, nervous, excited, but not fearful. If you ask my husband, he’ll tell you I’m afraid of everything. I wish I could be more like him, like go hike a mountain and go into an ocean full of sharks, but like Veronica-Pooh Nash-Poleate, I stay outta the sharks house. Yes, I’m fearful of large pools of water, roller coasters, flying roaches, mountain biking, snorkeling, and anything that might be remotely close to being on a North Face commercial.
One night after an event, I considered crying on my way home because of the results of that evening. I called my husband in frustration. I got home and showered, and I reminded myself that I am not that fearful person. Those scavengers/adventures/quest are not real reasons for me to be afraid.
The closer we get to meeting Benjamin, the sooner I get to share my experience with you.