Coming home from Israel was hard.

Marc spent the week in NJ without me sad, worried and longing for me to come home.  The time difference made it hard for us to talk enough to help each other through the week.  He had always given the best hugs, but that first one after I got home was just what the doctor ordered.

We spent days talking about next steps.  What should we do? Were we done? Did we have the strength to do this again? What about the money? The second round cost us $15,000 out of pocket.  Could we swing it again? Would it even be worth it to try?

We dug deep.  Deep into our hearts, souls and bank accounts.  We decided we would give this one last try.  My mind resorted back to Rachel Platten’s “Fight Song.”
“I might only have one match…But I can make an explosion”

Third time’s a charm, right?