Our bags are packed...

But I am not sure if I am ready to go. Sorry I have to make a John Denver reference. When I was a kid in the car if my mom wasn't playing Psalty the Singing Song Book she was playing the best of John Denver. What can I say, sunshine on my shoulders does make me happy. Ok sorry this was supposed to be a post about packing... We are just about done with the packing.



The total amount of stuff we are bringing breaks down like this: 5 bins, 4 suitcases, a guitar, some carry ons, and our undying love. I do not like to pack, it is zero fun. My mom and brother got into town on Wednesday and my mom has been a HUGE help in packing. That is when she is not hanging out with her little buddy Aaron (my nephew).



It still doesn't feel like we are really doing this. I thought with our bags packed I would feel the weight of actually leaving. Kyle is feeling the weight of all of our bags as he weighs all of the luggage. Maybe I won't feel the weight until we get in the van and start driving to pick up the Allens in Houston...

So kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you'll wait for me
hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
don't know when I'll be back again.