Oh people. You know how how to get the party started! Thank you for your notes of jubilation and joy. You have made this week even better, if that were possible! See, here is my excited face:
I know that I never shared with you that my dad's hearing was on Monday. To be honest, I didn't have the heart to do it. I did not think the judge would allow him to be transferred and I didn't want to build it up and then have to experience the let down. There have been too many of these let-downs in the past nine months. In my mind, Monday was going to come and go and everything would have stayed the same: Dad in Alamosa, the rest of us in Denver, nine more years to endure. Horrible in every way.
He had other plans.
I didn't attend the hearing on Monday. Before, we have filled the courtroom with friends (all a part of the international cheerleading team of awesomeness), but this time it was decided that it would be better to keep it low-key. In a way, I am really glad I didn't need to be there. I can only take so many lies said about my dad without wanting to go all ninja warrior princess on someone. So instead, I just went to work and waited for my phone to buzz.
Monday was a really, really long day.
By 4:00, I received the text that my dad's sentence had been reduced by a few years and that he had been given permission to transfer to Denver. Since my dad has graduated out of Camp Alamosa and now lives in an apartment, this transfer will mean he gets to live at home.
As in, home. As in, he gets to mow his own lawn again.
I honestly don't have the words to tell you how blown away I was by this news. (Well, maybe I have a few words.) I just sat in my chair, stunned. And then I cried. And then I laughed. And then I praised. Over and over again.
We are still waiting for the paper work to go before my dad can actually move back, but that will hopefully happen very soon. I am just glad that Denver has a few Walmarts to help him with the transition.