body language

Our house is filled with half-packed boxes. Odds and ends I don't know what to do with. It's a tricky thing to keep everything you "need" unpacked and available until the last minute.

Milo is changing exponentially. Pulling up. Taking steps. Deciding to put small bites of finger food in his mouth has translated into picking up tiny things on the floor and trying to put them in his mouth too. In the last 3 days, I have fished out a piece of fuzz, a feather, and the hard piece on the end of the avocado (who even knows what THAT is called?)

In the middle of packing and baby-wrangling, we are also trying to say goodbye. Spend time with the people we've grown to love here. Honestly, there's not enough time. And it is hard on my heart.

And, evidently, my body.

I didn't think I was too stressed. I thought I was handling everything pretty well.

But, sometimes the body knows things the mind doesn't.

And, yesterday, I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with shingles.

Luckily, the pain isn't too bad. Mostly just uncomfortable. And itchy.

I'm taking my anti-virals. And praying Milo doesn't develop chicken pox.

And, I'm trying to listen to what my body is communicating.

The fact that this is hard.

And sad.

And kind of scary.

Body language.

(I am writing this blog post while watching the news. Moving, packing, and shingles are NOTHING in light of the suffering in Joplin.......)