PRC Day 9

When we started this program the other parents in the program said the second week was the hardest. And I thought "well it won't be for me, because I am different." And that was the pride before the fall. (Can someone please tell me why I do that?) Today was the hardest day we have had so far. And we are in week two. I was humbled. (Which happens to me regularly. So I am used to it.)

Hannah and I discovered that we are not graceful criers. Ok, Hannah discovered that she is not a graceful crier. I have known for a long time.

It snowed over night and we woke to a beautiful winter wonderland.

Actually, when I woke, I couldn't see the winter wonderland. Because it was 4:30a. And I woke to the sound of the snow plow.Which I have learned to appreciate. Just not at 4:30a.

Hannah's case manager gave her a book to read. So I thought 4:30a might be a good time to check it out.

There is not a chapter on "How to Sleep Through the Sound of Snow Plows Scraping the Ground Outside Your Window."

(Did I mention it was 4:30a?)

But I did find this:

Praise Jesus!

(Oh, see that, I figured out how to change the font size! Look out blog world!)

Ummm, evidence.

I may or may not have already thrown some wrappers away. (And thank you to the adult choir for these lovely little pieces of heaven here on earth. They are consumed daily. Because I have no self control. And I have no scales.)

Watching a movie with her peeps this evening.



You notice her blanket. She is rarely far from this blanket. We are lucky she doesn't bring it to church with her. The blanket was a gift after her last surgery. You know who you are . . . and ya done good ladies!