We had a very busy day yesterday. Jeremy had a dentist appointment yesterday afternoon and thankfully he did not have any problems. After he was done the dentist wanted to go over everything with me concerning what to expect on the day of my appointment. I was in his office for about 30 minutes. As soon as I entered the office I was feeling bummed again. After the dentist we went to eat lunch and the I had to see the eye doctor again to make sure my contacts were still working for me. We finally got home at about 4:30. I got the house cleaned up and we watched the Titans game. The kids slept good last night. They actually have been sleeping good the past few nights. We got up this morning and went to Wal-Mart for groceries. I do not understand why Wal-Mart only keeps 2 check out lanes open? We waited in line to check out for 25 minutes. We were one person away from it being our turn and Sam informs me that he has to go potty. I told him he would have to wait because I was not getting out of line. I was worried because the person in front of me had two baskets full of stuff. Thankfully our friend Lisa came up to say "hi" and she took Sam to the bathroom for me. We came home and Emma took a long nap. When Jeremy got home I went to exercise. About 3 o'clock my phone rang and I saw that it was our social worker and my heart started to race. I answered the phone all excited but she was just calling to see how our court date went. What horrible timing to call! Anyway, I still have not heard anything about Chloe but I will let you know when I do.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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