I’d like to forget it.
Still no Bobby. Growing stomach pains with ultrasounds not soon enough.
And finally, I really lost it with my girls–more than once.
Upon going to bed, I discovered an email from my sister:
“And how would you blog today? For these are the days that challenge what we are and what we are fighting for. No one understands these days unless they are lived through and no appreciation or praise are given for the war of the day.
But we quietly continue our work, fighting for the next night and coming day, knowing that we will never give in and walk away.
How will I blog about today?
My girls forgave me and gave me big wet kisses. I told them I’d be happier tomorrow. So I will.