Yesterday we had another check in at court. Everything went the same and we are proceeding with the trial the end of October. You would think that we would be use to being there by now. I think yesterday marked the 5th time we’ve had to sit in the court room with them. It’s crazy how the anticipation builds on the days prior. The stress it brings you as you are there. How mad your whole body gets for even having to be there. The satisfaction of getting to see the two boys get handcuffed and led out by the officers instead of going home with their parents. I don’t know what will happen at the trial in October but I am putting all my faith in God. I’m only letting positive thoughts in my head. I feel like it’s too easy to let darkness take over. So I will continue to fight for the light to shine through. Is that an easy task, absolutely not. Every decision I make, every thought in my head I think about Morgan. His beautiful smile, his giant laugh, the love that he had for people. That is what drives me and how I make these decisions for him. Everyone has their own opinions about how we get justice for Morgan. Morgan wouldn’t want another mom or parent to feel how I do or his dad. Morgan always saw the good, he never knew a stranger, he met friends every where he went. How I thrive to be like that. Its so easy to let my anger take over but I won’t let it. I won’t let the anger and hate win. I won’t let them take my good memories away from me. I won’t let my future grandkids know how mad I am. When I talk about Morgan the only thing I want people to see is the love I have for my son. I want them to see the pride I have in my eyes. I want them to see that my purpose was to be his mom along with all my kids. That is what I want people to see about me. I hope I make him proud every single day. I know I am not perfect, I definitely make mistakes, but everything I do in honor of him is for him.