Hope has a place...

I am sitting here on my couch staring out the window, wind in the air and the beautiful sun shining on the ground......some of my last and best memories are right here on this same couch with Lola, in this same living room as we watched a movie before going to bed and watched Lola throw endless punches and kicks. I remember laughing, wondering if we would make good parents and filled with anticiapation and excitment.

So now 7 months and 3 weeks later, I will cherish the memory. Lola has taught me how to love every moment and never take it for granted. This Saturday also represents the last Saturday I will sit in this room and think the same thought that I have every time that day of the week rolls around. I refuse every Saturday night to even engage in the living room, watch tv there or even be on the couch. I'll never forget the memory but we are moving next Saturday. Ironic, maybe...or sometimes I think her way of saying let there be more Satudays full of laughter, love and hope...she is still with us everyday. So that is my way of saying hope has a place...not that it lies in a 4 sided building or the place we call home but it rests in our heart. My life depends on my hope, my faith and my belief in the power of prayer...

So here is to next week, JP tells me it is going to be the start of good things...I'll believe him or at least hope it's true. I do think there maybe a tear as I leave, ( not that I am for one moment sad to leave this house) but as painful as it is to remember looking at certain spots here will always be a place of Lola memories...