was starting out okay....
I got a call from my Mom telling me that my oldest Brother is in Cali. That is just Awesome. He is Home Safe from the War! Thank you God!! I can't stop crying. I'm so happy he is safe. I feel like I can breath now. He's been missed soooo much. So now all we gotta do is wait a week or so till he gets Home Home. In PA. They better not take to long cause I can't wait to see him and give him a big HUG.
So after hearing that news I then hear a crash in the house. I turn and look and my oldest is climbing up my corner shelf (were she shouldn'e be) were I keep the few treasured nick-nacks and sentamental things I own. One being my porcelain Fiary Doll that holds much meaning to me. She looks at me and says, "Your Doll." "OMG" I'm thinking, "Please don't be broken!!" No such luck. BOTH legs broke off!!! Missing tiny pieces so even if I get her glued back together she will never be prefect again. I know it's just a material thing but she can't be replaced. They don't make her anymore. But I guess like everything else in my life....nothing stays perfect forever.
So I sit here and cry in happeness and sad. Hurting either way. Hope tomorrow will be a better day. Please God let tomorrow be a better day.
