…but I’ve taken down the crib. There is nothing sadder than an empty crib. I’ve boxed up the blankets. Shoved the early gifts from well-intended family members into drawers. If the boys ask I have the convenient excuse that Grammy needs to borrow the crib – Bless You Grammy!
I don’t know anything new. I haven’t heard from anyone in at least two weeks. I pray Princess is still safely in the same foster family – but I don’t even know that for sure.
My flesh and my heart faileth: [but] God [is] the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.