So this sucks. Shoes cancelled the visit. B was at the house when he called; we'd just tucked the kids in to bed so we could get them up at 5am.
Shoes talked to Trevor first. Then, Andy. He told them he wasn't taking them and that was it. Trevor laid in a sobbing lump under my arms while Andy ran downstairs and jumped in B's lap.
So, we got all 3 of them up again and put in a movie. B wrestled with them and loved on them and Trevor came downstairs to join in. He was super happy that he was given permission to say "pissed off" as often as he wanted. Because he was pissed.
Trevor and B had a moment when I left to go get ice cream.
It was a sad night until we made it a happy one. God saw this coming. And He saw fit to make sure B was there to help turn it happy.
I am not pleased to have a repeat performance from last year. I am incredibly irate that my children are hurting because of that man. But, God doesn't make mistakes. I am beyond grateful to have them for the rest of the summer. God knew they should be here, apparently.
That's all for tonight. Thank you for your continued prayers.