June 3, 2009

And we're off . . .

We headed out for our campout this morning. Actually, by the time this posts, we'll probably be there. I really am looking forward to it, but I have a feeling being away from Jack is going to be harder now than it was back in December. My pregnancy hormones are FULL SWING.

Just sitting here I'm worried about all of the things that could happen to us while we're gone. At the same time, I'm worried that something will happen to him and that we won't be reachable. I just can't stop praying that God will keep all three of us (well, four of us, I guess) safe.

I've been crying over everything. We celebrated Jack's actual birthday at camp yesterday. I picked up a store-bought cake from Sam's Club (which was good, but kind of a let down if you're used to dining on Maria's cupcakes). I got it all the way back to camp and the girls from the kitchen and I were discussing how big the pieces should be in order to feed the whole staff and I noticed they were all kind of looking at the cake in a strange way.

I didn't request any special decoration on the cake. THe baloons, zig zags, swirls, etc. aren't really my thing, so I just asked for it to have a blue border with "Happy Birthday Jack" written on it.

So when I noticed them studying the cake, I looked at it carefully and realized that the cake said, "Happy Birthday JAKE." Yep, I lost it.

It's just a cake. And even if Jack could read his name in cursive, the chances of him or anyone else noticing were zero. Shoot, I didn't even notice when I looked at it the first few times.

Nonetheless, the floodgates that I had been trying to keep closed all day can bursting open. The poor kitchen staff had to witness the "ugly cry." So Sherrie did her best to fix it and I appreciated her effort.

Later in the evening, Jack was playing with a helium filled balloon that his grandma got for him and the balloon floated up to the unreachable rafters of the A-Frame building. I could tell that he was doing his best to hold it together and I was on the verge of losing it just watching him. All the way home he kept saying, "Mommy, I want my birthday back please" and I kept choking up. Over a balloon.

I have a feeling that when we leave (or left) today, I'm going to be weepy. If you think of us over the next few days, just pray that our time away with our staff will be beneficial, that I'll be able to think clearly and not worry about all of the things that could happen to any of us while we're apart and that Jack will have a great time with his grandparents.


Sara Neufeld said...

I will be praying.

And to make your night just a little more enjoyable, spend some time at cakewrecks.blogspot.com and then submit that photo. :)

Melanie Eccles said...