These two sweet little bubsmake me feel like perhaps I will make it after all.
This whole week I have felt like
this song
by JoDee Messina.
And it's getting old.
We have at least four weeks to go until Josh is done.
And I am beat.
Empty
Deflated.
Defeated.
Like Josh always says, though,
I gotta keep on keeping on.
(Whatever that means!)
