And if we were meeting for wine, I'd be sure to ask you about your work, and your three day weekend. What? You're not a teacher? You had to work on Monday? I feel sad for mentioning it. But not so sad, because then I'd tell you all about the treasures we found at the outlet mall on Monday and how thankful I was to not have to go in to my wretched job. And then I wouldn't mention my wretched job again because that doesn't help anyone feel better.
And then I'd tell you about my awesome sister in law and her brave little soul that moved to Houston to take a chance on a job. And I'd tell you that she doesn't exactly know how everything will turn out, but she's taking a chance. And I'd tell you that I'm proud to be her sister in law.
Next, we'd talk about my college roommate. She's also incredibly brave. She's the Mom of 4 beautiful children. Her youngest baby is in the NICU. Her family is imperfect, probably a little chaotic, and absolutely beautiful. And then I'd ask you, that if you're the praying type, to keep her family, and especially her little Noelle in your prayers. And if you're not the praying type, to send them good thoughts or good vibes, or hopes or wishes or thoughts.
We'd get around to talking about the baby and the legal steps we're taking and our agency, and how this whole foster thing is going and honestly, I'd probably gloss over it. You may interpret this as being distant or sad, but the truth is that I just don't know what's happening or is going to happen. I'll tell you that we filed an intervention with the court, but won't expand on it much because I don't really know what it means and I don't want you to think that it means that there is any more certainty in our lives or his future.
You would notice and detect my discomfort at this topic and would ask, " how are you doing?" because you're a good friend like that. And I'd order another glass of wine. . .
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