Ted kept saying yesterday, "Tomorrow's a big day!" I shut him down every time, reminding him that the chances are high of more delays. I also reminded him that reminding me of a "big day" only makes me unable to sleep. So we got up this morning to an email from our caseworker saying that the Gladney reps went to court Thursday and were told to come back Friday, that whoever is reading our case wasn't through reviewing it.
Some general positives:
Jocelyn sent me more pictures yesterday, a couple with facial expressions I'd not seen Abe make before. In one, he's holding Jocelyn's sister's hand and staring up at her like he has a big ole' crush. Heartbreakingly cute.
I got up this morning to red roses at my desk and the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. My man made me breakfast.
Our flooring for the kitchen finally arrived yesterday.
I just got out of jury duty in Los Angeles, since we don't live there anymore.
I've been invited to a mass where my friend lights a candle every week for Abe. This same friend is going to introduce me to an African American friend who is part of an integrated church in North Portland. I need this.
A writer-friend told me she thinks I have a book in me.
I have a heart of flesh, not of stone.*
*Wait, that is a positive right? ...sometimes it doesn't feel like it. Today I can't dry the tears up, and I'm scared Ted's going to think I didn't like his maple-bacon (seriously: he purposely drizzled maple syrup on the bacon, turning it into this weird yet tasty twizzler-stick type sweet bacon candy). I even tried freezing my tear ducts by a bike ride in the frigid air today but all that did was make my inner ears ache from all the freezing cold wind.