Hope springs eternal they say, and maybe that is the problem with hope.
Not that being hopeful is a bad thing and I admire people who can be hopeful all of the time but for me hope has gotten a bit old at this point. I am tired of hoping that my husband's deployment will be cancelled, or that this will be the month my birth control will fail and I'll end up with a surprise pregnancy. Yet each time I say I am done hoping I start hoping again.
So this morning I decided that I was done hoping, and yet here I am again. Hoping.
Hope springs eternal.
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