After years of...
standing in long security lines,
running through airports
and all the other things that happened
which nearly caused me to have a nervous breakdown
trying to get home for Christmas...
I am waking up in my own home,
in my own bed,
and my family is visiting us today.
Truly a Merry Christmas.
Especially with the way I have been feeling for the past few weeks:)
And while we are still missing Will beyond words right now,
this year is more tolerable.
Maybe because we have found hope again...
Maybe because there is a chance we will have truly Merry Christmases in the future.
Maybe because next year, there might actually be a baby here to hug:)
And thank you to all of you who have continually prayed for this.