I just returned from a week in the Dominican Republic. Each time I am there, I get a chance to do something I never get to do at home...SLEEP. My darling loves his sleep, and although I will never understand anyone's desire to waste more time than necessary in a bed, I do give in when I am with him. That means I get my traditional 6 hours of sleep and spend the rest of my time watching the incredibly peaceful look on his face...and thinking. I think a lot when I'm there. I've been struggling lately with the whole concept of "meant to be", and I think I have finally discovered what it is that bothers me so much about it. It's another situation in which we ascribe different criteria to different situations as a way to justify our own prejudicial ideas. Lately, this has manifested in some well-intended advice from others to "let God handle it". I did...but what happened wasn't what they expected God to do. Ergo, I clearly have not let God handle...