One Month To Go

Before Jack was born, someone said to Jahn that while at times with a baby the days feel long, the weeks and months are short. It's so true. Last year on this day, I had my first real bout of throwing up from morning sickness (too much information?). One year later, I'm sitting here as my smiley, chatty, five-month-old snoozes. Hard to believe what a difference a year can make.
It's not only years that make the difference. One month from today, Jack and I will be getting on a plane and flying to Ottawa to start our new life there (Jahn will be a few days behind us in the car). When we made this decision in November, I knew how fast it would happen. Though some of the days have felt long, the months have passed in the blink of an eye and now we're into the final countdown. Hard to believe things that are now so routine are going to become things we can't do anymore, things that were part of our old life. I've started to have "lasts" of things, like our last trip to the mountains. I recognize those when they happen, but mostly I try not to think about them too much.

I'm so thankful for everything our life here has given us, and I know how much we'll miss it. So I plan to spend the next month enjoying it all, because I know how quickly it will be gone.