It's not cold outside. Not here. It's been beautiful mid 70's weather... but we are lighting a fire tonight and sending letters to James.
And for father's day we will send up our words of love attached to balloons. As soon as they are out of sight we'll know he's got them.
"In my distress I screamed to the Lord for His help. And He heard me from heaven..."
I believe he screamed, and I believe the Lord heard, and that He said, "Come on home. It's ok. It's time."
... but I'm still sad.