Don’t Stop Believing...Everyone Has Their Own Path
It is Monday. The weekend has quickly come and gone. Normally, I would be dreading Monday and the routine of the week: Chris is awake at 5 A.M., out the door by 6 A.M., Jayde is up at 6 A.M., out the door, and on the bus at 7:05. There have not been too many cases of the Monday blues for quite a while. Today is Jayde’s thirteenth consecutive missed school day. Since January 29th, she has only been capable of attending five days of school. Most of her days are spent in bed. If she is not in bed, she is on the sofa, and the blackout curtains in the living room are pulled shut. Friday, we watched Grease and an old, One Direction movie. She smiles and sings along. Occasionally, I hear a little giggle. It is beautiful. The movie reminds me of a time when life was simple. A time when a boy band and the sight of Louie Tomlinson or Harry Styles made her squeal in delight. Do not even get me started about when they came to M&T Stadium, and she saw Louie backstage. What I would not give