So let me start off by saying this will be a pretty long post.

Our journey started June 30th. My husband shipped to basic leaving my pregnant self and our 1 year old daughter. In order to save some money for this whole new journey we were about to embark on we decided it would be best for me and our daughter to move into my parents for the time being until we could go to our FDS. Fast forward sometime. I had a routine ultrasound. Something wasn’t right. Our little man had a mass on his stomach and they also wanted more pictures of his heart. After talking to my husband we knew that no matter what he is our child and to us he’s perfect.. a month later, the mass disappeared and his heart looked perfect. That in itself was a miracle. Fast forward a couple more months. ( i come from a very dysfunctional family. My “dad” is crazy.) things with my parents weren’t the best but for the sake our my daughter i kept my cool. After multiple threats of my dad hitting me, calling me horrible names, and just being treated like a horrible person i couldn’t take it anymore. A few nights ago it all came to an end. After he got in my face (while i was holding my daughter) screaming at the top of his lungs how i was the worst mistake of his life and how hated i am there i packed what i could of our stuff, being 7 months pregnant it wasn’t too much, i grabbed my daughter and left. We’ve currently lived out of a hotel and burning through my husbands pay check. We were running out of options and it was looking like i had to either chose putting a roof over our heads or being mentally and emotionally abused. Then our second miracle happened. We got a call our housing date moved up and we can move in today. I’ve always believed in God but ill be the first to admit i could live a lot better and I’m not always the best woman around, but I’m so thankful that i serve a loving forgiving God and somehow, someway, he always provides.❤️