On my birthday, Friday, June 10, the judge told me to go home! I now have full access to my children with no restrictions.

It's over.

Thank you all for your continued prayers, love, and support throughout the past year. It's been an unbelievably difficult year, but God has sustained us with every breath. We truly are in the palm of His hands.

A few weeks ago I started keeping a journal for my kids. I plan to occasionally post some of those journal entries here. Here's the entry for August 17 (yesterday):

I had a dream about you last night, Evangeline. I dreamed I walked out of church and saw you on the floor outside the door with a group of other kids. You looked up at me, took a couple of steps toward me, stumbled to the ground, and smiled. I remember the dream so vividly: picking you up, looking at you, holding you, and thinking, I’m not supposed to be doing this, but I don’t care. I was so happy.

I haven’t seen you since May 26. Sweetheart, that makes me so very sad. I’m sorry I missed your first birthday on June 24. I pray I never have to miss another one again. I love you so much, I feel like my heart is literally breaking. I would give anything to be with you right now. I love you.