I slept in till almost 8:00. The kids were watching PBS. All was well.
I came downstairs. I saw his blue pajamas on the floor. Dad got him dressed. But where was he?
"Shari, go open Josh's bedroom door for him."
"I don't hear anything in there."
"Just open it for him anyway."
Five minutes go by. No sound from him. No sight of him.
I go upstairs.
Not in his room. Not in the guest room. Not in my room.
A big hand squeezes my heart. Where in the world is he?
Then a thought flashes through the morning cobwebs of my mind. Joseph took him to therapy!
Sweet relief!
