July 8, 2011

Taking What We're Given

On Tuesday my love took his youngest daughter home. He was supposed to make sure she was dropped off at his oldest's before exactly 6am. I guess his oldests' husband overslept so she called my love to make sure they were there out front. It was less than a 5 minute conversation but it was the first time they talked to each other since August of 2009.

This is huge! The last time they communicated (via text) was ugly. Big ugly. and there's been nothing since.

It's small, but we're taking it.
Who knows, maybe in another 2 years they'll have a longer conversation.

Baby steps.



Why do I feel like I am the only one who's rooting for a reunion sometimes?

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