Coming up for air... I'm in the process of moving into Chrys's back unit (and clearing out the front unit for Adriana to move in next week)... The only way I can describe the process is that it feels like I'm packing up an apartment that is completely submerged in water... I can dive into Chrys's apartment and only slowly maneuver enough to pack up a few items at a time before I have to come up for air... If I stay and pack too long, I'll run out of oxygen and start choking on water (or tears)...

I tried to pack a little faster by putting a bunch of books into a box, but today I've found myself unpacking those boxes and going through each and every page of some of the books to see if Chrys left a cute scribble or note in any of the margins (which he often did in his bridge books)... I'm not looking for anything profound, but every mark, every note, every doodle brings me closer to my baby... and I don't want to miss a thing...

I miss you baby.  ¶ Thursday, April 20, 2006