Even though Linda was emotional, hurting, tired, and sad she did not get to see Noah, her dumpster day was a success. She had to teach her evening class, but then she still went to the soccer game to watch Taylor play. They did so much better this week. At one point, they scored 3 unanswered goals in a row and tied the game at 5-5. A few of their guys did not show up, so they picked up Prince William and a guy Sarah and Linda called USA. The Soccer Prince looked exactly like the real Prince and USA looked kind of like a giant (taller than Taylor) Sasquatch. He even ran bent over and when he kicked the ball, it sounded like thunder. (Although it actually might have been thunder. Our town was under a tornado warning and the lightening and thunder was intense.) Tomorrow, it's back to the garage for more work. Taylor is coming after her morning class at 11:30 and they will work most of the day. I hope she sleeps tonight and does not second guess herself. Why worry about the past anyway? She'll always have those memories of the things she got rid of. She said there will be no more crying, but at least Taylor will be there tomorrow to hug her if she feels a little sad.
