It seems forever ago that Zoe was diagnosed and each day has the tendency to drag on and the end seems far away.
But it's coming.
I've heard it's call.
It's like a game of miniature golf.
You hit the ball over and over and over.
Reaching for your goal which is just a little hole at the end of your path.
You aren't done until the "clunk, clunk" is sounding in your ears.
And everyone cheers.
Our little hole is there.
It's right there.
Our clunk, clunk is coming and I'm ready to start cheering.
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