Saturday, May 07, 2011
Mother's Day Eve
It’s not like one day makes me miss my mom more than the other, but maybe some days are a little harder, and I wish she were here. I’ve caught myself about to cry about 30 times today. You think I’ve been so busy today because I like it? Nope, just trying to get through the days without shoving my face in a 1.75 qt of peanut butter fudge ice cream. So better be busy and get activity points, right? Do the things that I know to be true, and noble, and admirable, and excellent and praiseworthy, love when it’s hard, do everything I know to keep from hurting someone (hurting people hurt people, you know).
Also, do things I love… I went grocery shopping, I was in there so long that when I went in, gas was $4.08, when I left, $3.95. Don’t ask me the total on my bill. It was bad, I did have a lot of coupons, and got some free stuff, and I love grocery shopping.
Getting ready to move some furniture, hang some pictures, and do some other stuff. Gotta make some Mother’s Day gifts and cards.
I’m missing my momma today. I am thankful. I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss her.
I think it’s gonna be a rough weekend. I better not start crying, or I’m never gonna stop.
Lord, I know the plans you have for me are never to harm me, but I’m missing my momma.
(Pic is from left to right... my momma (that smile is on it's third generation - my mom, me, and Phyllis), my dad's gramma ~Nana, my aunt Janie, my gram ~gram, my sister Dolores) around 1971