Yesterday, after DD was done working at music camp, we headed up to the "high country" near our home. While it was near 100 degrees at our home, as we rose in elevation the temperature kept dropping until we reached near 7,000 feet and 64 degrees. It was wonderful! We even found a bit of snow to dip our toes in, quite a sight playing in the snow wearing a sundress and flipflops I'm sure. DD had never been there before, and she was delighted. Gorgeous green meadows abounded! And, hundreds of beautiful pictures were taken as well.
When we returned home in the evening, R had removed all of his "precious" firewood, his wooden bench from the entryway, and all of his belongings from the garage. This morning, someone was supposed to be coming by to help him move his couch. HURRAY! And, guess what - it's Saturday (remember my specific prayer request).
DD and I left early this morning. One, because her father was meeting us at 8:00 a.m. to pick her up for visitation (I'm gonna miss that girl this week!). And, two, because I didn't want to be around to hear his snide remarks as he and his friend are loading up the couch. After dropping DD off with her father, I headed into the city. I'm in the cool santuary of a wonderful library, and I'm in heaven. I can stay here as long as I want without anybody telling me I need to be home or it's time to go or I should be doing something else.
I am hoping that by the time I return home this evening that he is gone.
I am trying to remain strong, but I do have moments where I feel like I'm going to cave in. Then, I remember my DD and all she's been through and her tremendous strength or I'll read through a thread on here and gain strength from all of the kind words and encouragement or I'll read something in a book that shakes me back into reality.