I've been working on Christmas presents, trying to get as much done as I can before Gray arrives, because honestly, he's more important than Christmas gifts. I know I'll want to be holding him instead of working. :) I mean, they're only little once.
As far as big brother goes, he's sleeping in his big boy bed like a champ with the tiny exception of trying to get up at 4am a couple nights. This time change has really messed with him, but I think we are finally getting him back on schedule.
P.S. Nana doesn't think Gray is staying in there much longer, so I guess we will see if she's right.
I miss you so much, and I know you're worried sick, but I'm ok. Nana is here, and Cale has asked me a thousand times today if I'm ok. Taylor is on standby, and so is Poppy. All is well. Try not to worry. God has never let us down before, and I can't imagine he'd start now.
I love you, soldier. Get your butt home.
Muah.






















































