I have broken down in therapy many times about my boys and how I think I don't deserve them. I tell myself when I am at my worse that they deserve so much more than me. But they love me through all of that. They love to be around me and that is evident by the fact they have to touch me all the time.
Anyways... I thought I had found a home for Randall and I cried for over 24 hours thinking about loosing him. The morning I was leaving on the road I was suppose to meet his new family. Here is a picture of us waiting in the car... I stopped crying for a moment to snap this show... as you can see Randall was quite scared.
Lucky for us the people never showed up. I was so happy and felt whole again. I figured out a way where Randall could be loose in the trailer when we stop for the night and he has been loving it.