God is good you know. We take for granted the importance of little things like hair color or shiny things but forget that when you lose your rights, you are at the mercy of the court. Fortunately today we showed up in a tight little huddle and when the DA jumped out of his chair to approach the bench I dropped my head in prayer. Shannah moved over to make eye contact with her while multiple bonds folks took notes. An offer was made that was like um...too good to be true and, bless her heart, she thought she was going home. Not yet dear, not yet. That being said, she's halfway through and gets more time to digest it all. Lerd.
Meanwhile, my house is still a wreck and I haven't visited Mama in a week. She understands though because she's cool like that. We've shared more true emotion during the past couple of years than ever before in our life as mother and daughter. The dynamics of our family changed dramatically after Daddy died with each of us trying to cope in our own way. Still reeling from Pnoler's death it just kind of added another whole ton of grief. Not making excuses, just stating facts. It's been a really tough year for the Stafford/Reaves clan.
Aside from those who were there on business, there were just the two of us family members waiting to see what's up. It happened quickly, efficiently and I saw a lot of stuff in real life that I've only seen via film. Am I humble and grateful? You bet your sweet ass I am. To all of you who have prayed and hugged and listened to me babble, all I can say is "bless your hearts."
This too shall pass ^j^