At 3 am last night, I prayed for peace about a few different things that have been plaguing me lately. It was all I could do after being kept up for hours while the devil played on my insecurities big time.
But enough. It's getting better.
And guess what?
Mr. P is home. For good. After being gone most of the past month. And I'm no longer single parenting. And hallelujah.
BG was beyond excited to see her Daddy and took off the minute she saw him. We are back to family of three status. We are back to simple nights hanging out with my two favorite people. My heart is happy.