The end.
No more stressing over waiting on phone calls, no more hoping and praying and lying awake nights thinking about this house.
It's not happening. I'm crying but I'm moving. I'm not stopped dead still, I'm still breathing. I'm not happy, but I am glad.
Glad that my little girls crawled into bed and rubbed my back while I cried. Glad that I could turn and breathe and hug them and smell their precious little girl smell.
Glad that even without this house that I wanted so badly, my life is still changing for the better. Glad that I've had this experience and will have others, disappointments and elations.
Thank you ladies for your kind thoughts. I have appreciated them.
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