Like ripping off a bandaid, there's no way to say it softly.
We learned our court date today and it's not what we had hoped.
It's scheduled for next Wednesday. Monday and Tuesday are holidays, so Wednesday it is. Evidently, our process is smack dab in the middle of every single Spring holiday over here.
While I can't change it, I did shed some tears.
Got it all out and now I move on.
And so we continue to be in a holding pattern.
After my watershed moments, I saw this on another blog.
It made the moment a little brighter, and I'm reminded. Every day over here is a beautiful day, seeing her smile, laugh, and reach her arms around me for that special hug and kiss she's now accustomed to getting. Yes, it's a beautiful day and it will be a beautiful day tomorrow.