O my friend, it's bigger than us both.

I feel achy.
Maybe it's from staying up until 6:30 am with Tyler and getting up at 10:30 to hang out with Molly and Michelle.
Or maybe it's from the feel that I have about 72 hours left with some of the most incredible kids I've ever met in my life, and then I don't see them for 14 months.
It might even be from the strain of watching over the newest member of our house, although I look with anticipation each day to watch my family bless her with a real family love.
Part of it could be attributed to late-night phone calls and conversations keeping Taylor's spirit awake, begging and teaching and speaking into his Spirit.
One could observe that it's from the stress of realizing that I have no idea what my final grade in Writing was, and that I can't fall asleep because of panicking that I failed.
It could be the ache of wanting to leave for Vancouver, to get out there and begin this whole part of my life that I never even imagined could ever happen.
It might be the ware of the feeling that I'll be taken away from the life I thought I'd always have, the group I thought I'd always have a busride away and the friendships God has blessed me with the ability to help build.

A lot of the kids I'm crazy about are in my backyard this second.
And I think I should be, too.