Today was my birthday. The longer the day went, the madder I got.
I was VERY ANGRY at God. I missed Michael terribly. It was my birthday and I was so sad. I had to get out of the house. I left the family eating pizza at the table and went for a walk with Feller (our dog). I walked and had it out with God.
As I walked, and prayed, and cried, God impressed upon me that I should talk to Don about adoption. I felt a great peace about it, but for some reason, I didn't tell Don.
I think, deep down inside, I felt like as long as I was still "fertile" why couldn't I just "have" another child?
