me when I’m really me

Last night I read this, this, this, and this. Then, at midnight, I went in and woke up my best buddy, made him hug me, and made sure he knew that Jesus loves him and Daddy loves him. Then I held and kissed my baby girl. Then I crawled into bed with my best friend and cried until my face hurt.

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  1. Sadly enough, I met my parents half way between our house and theirs (250 miles each way) and dropped off my children to spend a week with them. Most of the way home I prayed, “God, protect my children.”
    Thad, you suck.
    Seriously, though, my heart aches for people who have to go through that and I pray that I would have the strength to cope if God chooses that path for my family.

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