Update time. Yes, it's now 12 days until we fly out. It is hard to believe. I am beginning to get a bit freaked out. I'm not really worried about the traveling. Yes, the flight will be long but I hope to sleep through most of it. I am worried about leaving my kids, although I know they will be perfectly fine with Grandma and my nephew Zac. The kids are so excited to have them come stay. I am a planner and a detail gal. And I have no plan or details. We are totally winging it once we hit the ET airport. That's not me....I don't usually wing major things like this. I'm sweating just thinking about it now.

What I am really worried about is meeting my girls. I am aching inside to see them and to hold them. I cannot believe the love I feel for these two little girls that I have never met. It's so strange. I have a million questions going through my mind at all times. Will they like us? Will they even care that we are there? Will they understand the we are coming back to get them in a couple months? Will they be scared of me? Will they cry for their nannies? Will I know what to do to comfort them? How are we going to communicate-they don't know English? Will the clothes I bought them fit? Will they like the toys I bought them? Seriously, the list goes on and on. No wonder I am not getting anything done around here lately. I can't keep a straight thought. I keep thinking...I can't wait to kiss on Liza's cheeks and I can't wait to finally (hopefully) see Ava smile. And now I only have 12 days until we fly out...so 14 days until I see my girls. Prayers for me that I can hold it together until then!!!