Five Weeks From Today.

Five weeks from today, I will wake up and fix Scotty whatever he wants for breakfast.

Five weeks from today, he will follow me around the house because he's used to being constantly by someone's side and if feels weird to be alone.

Five weeks from today he will say things like, "Whatever you fix will be fine." "I don't remember having soooo many clothes." "We are so blessed to have so much." "That shower felt so good." "I love my bed." "Why does my dog keep growling at me?" "Video games are such a waste of time."

Five weeks from today I will be busy getting ready for a BBQ and family & friends shin-dig. He will be nervous about not remembering how to say things in English.

Five weeks from today *SHE* will come into town. *SHE* has butterflies about the thought. I can't tell you what he's thinking about the whole thing. He doesn't know *SHE* has school Friday morning and won't be in town on Thursday for the actual deplaning--um we'll rely on the whole loving-heart-full-of-forgiveness-for-all-mankind to carry us through that little situation.

Five weeks from today he will profusely compliment me on everthing that happens all day.

Five weeks from today he'll tell Drew all about Brasil and a mission, because 5 year old Drew has been saying the line, "Scotty is on a mission in Brasil" for 2 years and has no idea what that really means. Charlie has no idea who Scotty is. Hallie, ditto. Parker and Carson have never met Scotty.

And then five weeks from tomorrow, it all slowly starts getting back to normal.