Anticipating Gunner

Later this morning (Friday) we meet Gunner in person for the first time. It's a little before four o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep. Part of it is the ongoing effects of jet lag, but part of it is the combination of excitement and terror about meeting our new son. It's funny how our "normal" is defined by the world in which we happen to grow up. Yet my own children's world, the one I'm shaping for them, is going to be foreign to me. It's a strange feeling.