I think the two were created to go together. What gets me up on a Friday morning, is promising myself that because it's Friday - and I'm still alive - I will go to Starbucks! The Friday morning Starbucks is special, it's not simply a dark brew or americano with cream (the mid-week pick-me-up drinks) no, the Friday morning Starbucks is something far more special. Sometimes a seasonal pick, but at the beginning of May, the choice is clear. Yes, this morning, nothing but a white chocolate mocha will suffice... aah, sheer perfection. Yes, it has half my daily calories and is usually gone within 15 minutes, but it is just amazing. How I love the peppy greeting as I pull up to the drive-thru "would you like to try a hand-crafted extra coffee frappucino this morning?" "no thank you" I reply, I know why I'm there and here's the best part of this glorious Friday morning's Starbucks trip - "I got a survey last week and have the code for a free tall beverage..." so awesome - free tall beverage. "Absolutely! What can we get started for you" was the friendly and sweet response "a tall non-fat, white chocolate mocha - with whip, please" mmmm... anticipation for that first sip rising... "no problem, please pull around" I pull up to the window, they take the survey and hand me my good mood in a cup... I take my first sip before even pulling out - yum... tastes like Friday to me!
So, I've had several draft posts that I've started and haven't finished.... so I am going to try and cover everything in one and get it all out there! I woke up this morning with our boy on my mind. He called me last night (as he does most weeks) and I had to go back through my phone and find photos of him when I woke up this morning. My heart still breaks for this kid who has lived through more trauma than Ryan and I will ever know. This boy who so desperately wants to be loved but doesn't know how to accept it. This boy who still calls me mom. This boy who continues to make progress then throw it all away. We love him. We know that he had to leave and that our time with him served it's purpose and he needed to move on... however, as challenging as those months were, we still miss him. All the time. We are processing where we are and the heartbreak of having another kid who holds our hearts but isn't with us. It's not easy. I am heartbroken and ...
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