OK, I have to admit that I've been pouting for the last couple of weeks. I know that you're probably wanting to kick me in the butt right now, but I just can't seem to shake it.
I'm actually a bit ashamed to say what I'm pouting about, but it REALLY has affected me. I think about it all the time, and I feel like I'm actually grieving over it a little bit too.
So here it goes...I'm pouting over the bird eggs.
Here's the thing, I didn't get mad at God when he took you from me. I didn't pout about it. I didn't ask why (although those thoughts definitely do enter my mind at times), and I didn't pout about it.
But the bird eggs? The bird eggs. I am definitely doing all of these things over the bird eggs.
I just don't understand what the whole point of it was. We obviously misinterpreted why these birds layed eggs in our driveway, and I'm just really disappointed. I seriously feel like it was all just one huge kick in the gut.
So there you go baby boy. I'm pouting over the bird eggs, but I'm trying my hardest to just get over it and move on.
Because really, they are just bird eggs.