I just watched three of my babies (granted, one of them towers over me, but still…) head off to Boy Scout camp for a week in the woods several hours away from home. It is a week of biting bugs, notoriously bad weather (no matter what week they choose), stinky port-o-potties and camaraderie and merit badge advancement …
I stood there alone in the back of the beautifully decorated church fighting back tears. Even on Christmas Eve, the words echoed soundlessly through the church, but screaming and racing through my head. This is not how it’s supposed to be. This is not how it’s supposed to be. This is not how it’s supposed to be. This is …
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