I was doing pretty ok until today. This would be our second session of the week.

I didn't see her at church, which I knew I wouldn't, but hoped anyway for some stupid reason. She may or may not be there this Sunday, it just depends, and I hate hoping.

My littles keep wishing and praying SO HARD that she'll call us just to check up on us, but she shot it down when I asked if we could call her to touch base. Holding on to false hope, every time the phone rings and it's NOT her, I want to curl up and cry with my child alters.