Chris, I'm looking forward too. But not sure I can wait; not sure I can take it.
I'm afraid that before these slow-growing children grow up enough to show what they'll turn out to be, my head may explode from the anticipation!
My problem is impatience. I have to check them every day, and on my days off, I may check them two or three times during the course of the day to be sure I haven't missed anything. It's worse than waiting for paint to dry. It's worse than watching for grass to grow. It's like watching mountains wearing away from erosion.
I can't stand it!
