Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mama's Day.

Ever since I lost my mother, Mother's Day has been an incredible source of pain and grief. Although I had three amazing boys and everything to be thankful for it never ceased to scream at me "YOU DON'T HAVE A MOTHER!"
Don't misunderstand, I still embraced the day, loved on my boys and smiled for their sake. But inside, I ached. Its an ache you can't possibly understand unless you've walked that mile. I wouldn't wish that pain on anyone. Interestingly enough, after all the pain I've recently gone through with my father you would think this Mother's Day would be a double source of pain.
Today was the first 1 in 10 years where the joy outweighed the grief. I didn't spend a minute being sad or pining over the fact I couldn't see or talk to my mom. Instead, I got up, JG and I went to church, ate sushi with friends, took some "selfies", napped and watched Jake and the Neverland Pirates. I welcomed home all my boys after their weekend away and put my daughter to bed. So thankful that for the rest of my days she will be able to celebrate that God, in His goodness, gave her a mama who loves her more than she knows how to express.


This was one of the last decent pics of my mom. She was always
behind the camera. This was taken 6 months to the day before she met Jesus.  
Four generations. 
Throwback. She was beautiful. 

My boys when they were littles. One of my fave pics ever of them.
We were on vaca in Florida. 

And last but not least, my sweet baby girl who is growing up faster than
I'd like. We spent a girl's weekend while the boys played in the mountains.
She's as much fun as she is hard work and teaches me so much. So blessed.