I am beginning to feel like I can't breathe. I am constantly thinking about what we need to pack for our mission. I think about it all day. I go to bed thinking about it, I wake up thinking about it. I think about it in the shower. I think about it when I am thinking about something else.
The movers come in two weeks to look over what we are taking and to give me an idea of how close I am to our weight limit. I have about three boxes right now...nice.
Aside from the packing...I am so excited to meet all of our missionaries. I hope that they will know how much we already love them.