Dread

Friday we are taking our son in for an intake appointment. He has to pack things. I don't want to do that. They said it could be 90 days, maybe more. How will I breathe? 

How will I even tell him? My biggest need now is for him to know that he is loved and supported no matter how much he hates this. Heck, I hate this too. Except I'm staying, and he's going. 

Today, I really felt the arms of support from those we love. Thank you for the prayers, and for holding us up when we just want to fall face down. 

Today is the day we attempt to tell our son that we love him but he has to go somewhere else for awhile. I'm not sure he'll get it.