the last two weeks of mercy’s pregnancy {the two weeks i was overdue} were the slowest two weeks of my life. ever.
the past two weeks?
not so much.
sigh.
yet as hard as today is, i can say without a doubt: it has been worth it.
“…weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
Leaving is always hardest for the one left behind. Love you. Praying!