Mother’s Day Part 3

What I planned:

Lay in bed
Call my mom 
Read
Eat frosted mini wheats 
Shower
Hang out with girls
Mourn, sob, grieve the absence of Lucy
Throw fits of anger and rage
Avoid church as much as possible 
Go to bed as early as possible 

What really happened:

All of that EXCEPT avoid church and throw fits of anger and rage. 

In fact, I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed Mother’s Day so much (even with the periods of deep worry, anger, and grief).  

Leah wrote me a song. Hannah wrote a poem and made a ceramic plate in art. Church was unexpectedly lovely, even though I really wanted to show up with a chip on my shoulder and plot ways to skip Sunday school and relief society. 

(Mother’s Day in a fancy pants ward means gourmet chocolates, a book, brunch in Primary with a cute plant and photo card, cookies and a bath bomb from YW. Plus I love my friends here and everyone is SO supportive and genuinely kind.)

Someone encouraged me to apply at her private school but that’s a story for another time. 

We went to dinner at my former mission companion’s house. She’s still one of my favorite people and we’ve been in touch ever since the mission. The food was great, the kids played well and I got to snuggle a mini labradoodle. 😍 She didn’t want me to be alone on Mother’s Day and sent me with flowers and some nice small gifts. I was incredibly touched by her gesture. And good food. 

My phenomenal family has stepped in to help bring Lucy back this week— hopefully as soon as tomorrow. It’s taken a day of planning, ideas and what ifs but I am going to bed tonight with a feeling I’ve forgotten about—relief. The road ahead is still long and difficult but I’m not walking it alone. I really do have the best family. And kids. 

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