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Year Two, Day 141: Pufferfish Eyeballs

What a day!  You can tell when I am worried sick and not sleeping well, by my puffer fish eyeballs!
Puffer fish eyeballs!



But by the time I took this picture, I was greatly relieved. I spent all morning with my son in court.  It was an interesting and sobering process. However, it was just the arraignment. His court date was set for late October. I will not be able to go with him, which my daughter tells me is a good thing. 

I continue to get grief from her for babying my manchild. Sigh.

He is probably looking at a 90 day suspension of his driver's license and a year of diversion.

I like that.  This is all probably a big blessing.

God speaks differently to each of us. For some, it is a gentle breeze, little whisperings.

For others, like my son, a big sledgehammer to the head.

When he crashed Saturday evening, he ran into a cement post. In front of the Church of God.
Just that morning he had asked me to help him with the clasp on the silver cross necklace. The one I gave him for his birthday. After he had been clean and sober for a year.

Today, when my daughter and I went to look at the car and see about towing it I almost threw up.  It was crumpled like a kleenex. I couldn't believe my son survived!

A cop pulled up shortly after us. He had planned on impounding it. But we talked to him. He said my son was lucky he had not be decapitated!

How do parents survive these years?  I know not all young adults party like it's 1999. But some do. Some do not survive.  I sometimes think I will not.

But we did.

He has a lot of work to do. And I am really trying to step back and let him be an adult.

With God's help and a lot more sleep, I just might survive this.

Happy Tuesday!

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