Three Months and Three Days
TP is back home - albeit temporarily until we move her into her new apartment over Labor Day weekend.
It's been three months and three days since she left. The most agonizing time of my life.
What a sweet, sweet feeling it is to know that she is safe and sound under our roof once again. And when she leaves again in August, it will be for the right reasons - it will be to spread her wings and try it on her own.
In the meantime, I shall cherish everyday she is here. And help her as she finds her footing again. And watch "Gilmore Girls" together again. And pray together as a family again.
Thank you, dear Lord, for the safe return of TP. It is, indeed, a miracle.
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