It's mission prep time over here.
We've gotten most of the items Nicholas will need for his mission,
including his suits, extra slacks, ties, white shirts, shoes, boots, a coat,
gloves, a hat, an umbrella, a belt, and socks.
We want to ensure he has enough supplies to last him for two years on his mission.
Tomorrow, we will take him to the tailor to get his suits fitted.
I can't believe we're here already.
Where did the time go?
I sat curled up on the floor with a blanket,
while trying to be helpful but feeling rotten.
I'm almost 13 weeks! Shouldn't I be feeling better?
It's crazy to think he'll be living halfway across the world,
and even crazier to me that I won't get his phone messages
with him grunting like a zombie for several minutes for no reason.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll miss that.
