Poppy! Poppy! Poppy!
We are going home today.
Nine. Weeks. Later.
The longest, darkest, hardest nine weeks of my life.
That's saying a lot, because I've had some pretty awful times in the past.
Off-hand I can think of at least three solid contenders for Worst Thing That Ever Happened To Me before this; but that's not what this blog's about so I'll leave them in the past where they can slowly fade.
And so, 10 days after I packed our suitcases and chose your cremation outfit, I'm taking you back.
My little baby is coming home.
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