So last night I had this crazy dream. I dreamt that our social worker, Kate, was cutting my hair. Jessica was there showing her how. Then she messed up cutting my hair and said, "That's Ok, I'll have good news for you tomorrow."
Then I saw my mom who said, "I'll be meeting with your bishop tomorrow."
I don't know what it means.
Maybe it means that we'll find our baby today.
More likely it just means I need a haircut.
