It's no secret I've struggled to come to terms with this pregnancy.
I'm set to be induced in a few hours and can honestly say I've moved to a little bit better place.
(Collective Sigh of Relief)
That's not to say I didn't cry at school today or on my way home or at the cemetery, but something happened this afternoon that brought me some peace. It was a gift really.
And I'd been begging for it, well, forever.
This is what I found tonight while straightening up the basement.
Well hello to you too.
The handwriting is unmistakable; the feeling, indescribable.
A simple little note laying right by the leg of the couch.
I opened it up and -
Do I think Addie buzzed down and delivered this message while I was at school today?
That'd be crazy, right?
Was there a perfectly good explanation as to how it got there?
Ummm, sort of.
Do I think I ran across this note at the exact moment I was meant to?