Tomorrow is our big day and this is what it looks like around here...
Bean insists this is finally her "feeling better" day and Little Man and Little Drummer Boy stare at me through glassy, fatigued eyes set at half-mast swearing they feel "a little better". Yeah, I don't think so. Tiny Dancer is losing her voice and stops playing long enough to begin crying about some new ailment every half an hour or so but, fortunately, Roadie seems okay. Me? I haven't had a full night's sleep in three nights which is probably why I just poured myself a cup of piping hot water from my coffee pot.
|Today's best friends (take two).|
Yes, I may have put hot chocolate
mix in my coffee...so what?!
Did I mention that we are supposed to take this whole pathetic Cirque de Contagion on the road to court tomorrow? Instead of a family and friends celebration with a lunch at Chick-Fil-A, it's probably going to look more like a drive-thru adoption with an immediate deposit back into my living room. I guess that's a good thing since this is headed our way right around court time...
|We live in PA, in case you were wondering.|
Reality rarely looks like it does in our imagination. That's okay, though. When you find out that your friend just died the night before, it puts all of the above silliness in it's rightful place. Tomorrow, Little Man will officially be a part of this family, the sickness will inevitably go away, we'll get to CFA for the celebration when everyone is healthy again and I'll eventually get my living room back.
Our focus needs to be on the Savior, not the waves.
We'll miss you, Luis.
I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.