This face is all I can think about at the moment. I've let him spend the night at a friend's house and I'm worried sick that I don't know these people well enough. I had very nearly forgotten that I told his friend's mother, just this morning at the soccer field, that Cameron could spend the night. Then, suddenly and 2 hours later than I had told her I would bring him over, I remembered! We dashed out the door stuffing pajamas and clothes for tomorrow into a backpack. And, though the mother is great, I have to admit that I don't even know the step-dad's name and they have teenage kids and...Oh! I won't get a wink of sleep all night.
James Dobson you've turned me into a horrible worried mess with your book. I know it's my job to protect him but I really don't want to live my life always paralyzed by fear.
That wouldn't be living at all.
