I watched as the mail truck came. My heart started to beat faster. Is today the day? I watched it drive off. I sat. It won't change anything if I run out to the mailbox or wait a moment or two. I sat. I breathed in and out. I decided if it was in the in the mailbox I needed to know so we could rush to Austin. I sat. I breathed in and out. I walked barefoot out to the mailbox.
2 pieces of junk mail. 1 note from a friend that said she's praying for me-which made me cry. I've been doing a lot of that this week.
It wasn't here today. I've started praying it will be here tomorrow.