Sometimes you get thrown a curve ball and you can cry about it all morning and eat half a bar of chocolate for lunch. Or, you can dust yourself off and move on. We got some bad news yesterday when we were really, really hoping for good news. I just want control of my future. Is that too much to ask? I am sure God is trying to teach us something and I hope that will come to light once it's over.
Hearing that little boy call me "mama" and say "ruvv yuu" makes this crappy, stupid situation so much better.
I'm praying for an extra measure of patience during this nightmare but just in case I need to rant I'm going private on Instagram. Five more weeks until our bad news turns to good news. (We hope!)