I'm moving on. (Cue the "Rascal Flatts" song...LOL).
OK. So I'm trying to move on.
OK. So I'm telling myself that it's time to move on.
OK. So I'm telling myself that it's time to think about moving on.
I am trying. I told my friend J last night that this whole "baby thing" seems to hit me particularly hard in October -- at least the last three Octobers. Strange. I don't know why that is.
I understand now why B sometimes gets so angry when something is forced on her and she is not given the opportunity to choose. Because I didn't get to choose this.
Obviously, I'm still having issues with "just have faith and trust Heavenly Father" and "you don't have to have control of EVERYTHING in your life".
But I'm trying. Really, I am.
So, moving on....A has started travel team softball and their first scrimmage game was supposed to be today but the other team cancelled so they had a practice. This will be her first season of travel ball and I hope she enjoys it. B's soccer season is winding down. Her team is still undefeated, with just one tied game. Not bad! She has bonded with the other girls on her team and her coaches and this has been a very positive experience for her. I had doubts about it at the beginning of the season, but now I see that this was the best possible thing for her, and has been something that she really needed.
I am grateful for my two amazing, lovely, wonderful, sweet, talented girls.
But that doesn't mean I can't be selfish and want more.
