Our lawyer is a great man. A fine man. I’d go so far as to say he is some sort of angel for us. He undercharged and overworked and made me feel safe, like everything was going to be fine.

Hubs and I were talking about the trial the other day. I remembered something that happened on the evening of the fifth day, a Friday, when we STILL weren’t finished and it just felt like the torture would never end.

We were all walking out of the courthouse. I got in my car, rolled down the window to say goodbye, and our lawyer leaned down to me. He looked me in the eye, and he said, “Now, let’s come back in here on Monday and get you your boy.”.

So, that’s just what we did. Those words meant the world to me at the time. They seemed, at that moment to be the life raft I needed to keep from sinking.

Like I said, he’s a good man. I hope that we will be friends for life. I will always be grateful for his efforts. But I will never, ever forget those words, spoken perfectly at the perfect time.