|—||Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts (via longhallwaywithabrokenlight)|
I was blessed to spend the day with my little daughter. She did not have to see her daddy. He never called; never texted. I slept for the first time in a long, long time on a Friday night. It felt nice to wake up and know she was here with me. She is only 19 months old, too young to understand how much she means to me.
My nightmare is almost at its end. The judge should call the end this week…just in time for Thanksgiving and his birthday. Ironic, really. Then, he’ll really be free to pursue this girlfriend or that one, or the one from Washington who called in 2007 to say she was divorcing her husband and has been in touch with him since then. Will he ever realize what we could have had with our daughter? Friends, family, strangers tell me that I must move on….
I will but until then, I know I am blessed.