I like my job.
Or I used to.
All I want is to sit with Bella now that she's allowing me to visit. A lot of the wait and sees have been answered. She can speak. Rehabilitation has her back on her feet, though she uses a walker.
Then there's her mind.
It's been another week, and nothing has changed.
She's a good sport.
Though she still hasn't held Masie.
Pretty sure today is the day.
Our daughter is adorable in her frilly pink dress.
Tiny socks.
Toothless smile.
Wide brown eyes.
I buckle her in.
We're on our way.
