Today is Sunday. Today, I had lunch in this little town that overlooked a river. The water tumbles over a small dam. There is still snow on the banks and the outcropping of stones that dot the river.
I saw a piece of a branch being carried along quickly. That would pretty much define the last 8 years of our family’s life. Although there were instances that we thought would never end; most were frightening and some were good like when Matt was given bond in Canada.
I hope he will come home soon; but I do fear those who are evil and like to make others suffer; make us suffer.
Love is like a raging river. It finds a way even if it has to carve out a path of its own.
Tonight, we started singing together at the end of a phone call with Matt. They can’t take away who we are.