we survived.

In some ways the anxiety of the unknown overpowered reality. In some ways my insides just want this whole process to just be… well… done processing.

As a good friend wrote today…

“it’s so very hard to watch your children continue to go through unnecessary hurts. You are ready for them to heal and put all of this behind them. You are ready to rid the toxic things and people from their lives and start life together as a family, without all of this stuff going on.”

We are still a few hours away from our familiar beds and life yet today feels more like a visit with a newly introduced acquaintance than someone they will say they miss.

I’m telling myself we only have 4 more of these visits to do. There might be 9 but my heart needs to digest a number that can be counted on one hand.

Published 3/7/2015