Caught the bus, did my time in the office, came home, cooked dinner, watched a movie, got in bed. It's tough finding individual moments of the day that stood out, especially as I know that every day is, in its own way, a blessing. But even still some days feel like you're stuck in a holding pattern as you wait for something. At work we're all waiting on a schedule to give us clarity, at home I'm waiting for the weekend and in my heart I'm waiting for Rebecca to come home.
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