We're stuck in that place Dr. Seuss so famously dubbed "The Waiting Place."
And with my very Type A personality, it's kind of a hard place to be.
I am getting antsy and I keep wanting to make big plans but realize I can't,
so I start planning minute details like how I'll make tethers to attach water bottles and backpacks to carseats to prevent children from dropping them on the floor during a potentially very long drive to our new home.
Many big questions are hanging before us, and pretty much all we can do right now is wait.
Tonight Lincoln woke up about 30 minutes after I put him to bed,
and as I wrapped him up and rocked him back to sleep,
I found myself singing him "Lead, Kindly Light."
"I do not ask to see the distant scene--one step enough for me."