Well, I think my POA is out. I think he's finished with the process. I think he is too busy with other commitments and I think he is too overwhelmed with what is next. After a good cry under a tree in the woods while it was raining and then a nap in my bathroom closet (so that no children could find me), I'm feeling better. Andy will be in Rwanda in three weeks and maybe he can make something happen for us! I think I'll know tomorrow. I emailed my POA one more time asking for a little more information and once I hear back from him, I think I'll have some further insight. I'm sad. I feel defeated. But I know that somewhere (somehow) there is a bigger plan. I cannot wait to see what it is!!!!!
Andy proposed during a curtain call of Me and My Girl , a musical in which he played an old man who went most of his life without telling the woman he loved that he loved her... Twenty-three years ago today Andy asked me to marry him. . . . he was my best friend and I thought he was the love of my life. Should I have said no? I don't know how many times I have now been asked a version of that question in the past couple of years and I cannot count the number of times I have asked myself that question over the past decade, but it is a dumb question with no great answer. If I would have said no 23 years ago, I would have saved myself from so many tears and so much pain, but I would have missed so much laughter and so many exciting firsts and I would be such a different person. . . . Because of this day, 23 years ago, I am who I am and I have so much to be thankful for. Because of this day, 23 years ago, I have five of the best kids on the planet. They are t
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