We have a date....

It has been 20 months since Jammers came into our home. Months on trying not to get attached, futile attempts, as anyone could imagine. Guilt for wanting him because it meant someone else lost him. Fear when he was sick or fell. Love when he calls my name. Pride at the little things he has done. It's cumulated to this, tears when proof-reading the petition because of what it meant. More gratitude than I can express from the simple call from our lawyer with a date. I have a box of tissues set aside, waiting, because I know I will be a mess!