The night before

Well here I am totally packed and NOT ready to go. My family is all asleep. As I sit here all awake, many things rush through my mind. Not the usual night before a trip stuff. Some of you know I stuggle with the whole fear issue. Satan loves to use that one. Instead of worring about if I packed enough underwear and remembered my toothbrush, my though race somewhere else. I worry about my babies and my love. What if there is a major disaster and I can't get home. Probably shouldn't have watched Armegedon tonight. I wish I had thought about this more and only did a short trip. 8 days 7 nights, that is a long time to leave my family. I have only been away from them for one night and that was way back when I was pregnant with Will. And it was for work. I will enjoy not working but now what do I do? Don't get me wrong, I look forward to a little r and r. I just love being around my family so much. They are my life. I want to go to Disneyland, or camping or just playing in the playroom. They are probably looking forward to a break from me. So if I were to have a prayer request while on vacation, it would be to leave Satan at home. I pray that I am strong enough to keep him from stealing my joy. Bill would flip if I backed out now... too late for a refund. I will miss all of you. So I'll be back on next Monday, unless I sneak to the computers on the ship....