You bless me with your words. Truly. They are food for my tender soul. And they encourage my family more than you can imagine.
They moved my dad today. He was in the county jail and now he is in Alamosa at a minimum security facility. He called and said he was doing fine and was wearing his suit, the suit he wore to court on Monday. For some reason this makes me smile, I love that mental image. I guarantee he is the best dressed inmate there...at least until they give him a new wardrobe.
Tonight my mom and I watched his favorite show and we are hoping that at some point he will have access to TV. We also have stack of hilarious cards that are ready to be sent. Tomorrow we should have his new address.
My mom told me that this is not going to become her "new normal." Instead, this is just the limbo period until she gets her old normal back. I am thinking I agree with this. I find myself clinging to whatever sounds normal.
The saints continue to amaze us with anonymous gifts and love. Someone brought over the best potato soup ever and I am pretty sure I could eat it everyday for a month. Who knew the potato was so delicious?
Oh that's right, the Irish. Well that makes sense.
And I have discovered that my manicure of two weeks is officially gone. It left yesterday when I realized that transparency was needed on this blog. Being vulnerable on the world wide web is new for me and it makes me nervous and scared. But I admit, it also comes with a lot of freedom. Thanks for hanging in there with me.
87 more days until the appeal.