Yesterday, I accidentally released a post I hadn’t quite finished, so I hurriedly and embarrassedly deleted it, but I would still like to visit the topic. Because yesterday last year, October 3rd, was the day we finally got to Ohio and could take a breath.
Wee One will be four months old tomorrow. This morning, Cohiba said: she’ll be a quarter of a year old tomorrow. I threw a pillow at him for reminding me she’s older than I want her to be. (We’ve been living in a hotel room until the corporate housing comes available tomorrow, and, just as a side note, hotel room living isn’t as fun as I thought it would be!)
I’m not normally one who embraces such an idea when a big change happens in my life, but it’s been going through my head a lot in this last week before we move.
My mom is a woman of great faith, and she has often talked about hearing things from God or the Virgin Mary. I’ve had one experience in which I believe God or the Holy Spirit spoke to me, and while I know I could be wrong, I believe I’m right. I think I had another one of those experiences last night.