What started out the worst Mother's Day yet ended better. As a surprise, the children and their dad rang my doorbell after I got home from work with presents in hand and an unscheduled afternoon with them. It was heavenly. Cold but heavenly. We went out for ice cream them went shopping.
Took a nap after I took them home. I sat on my front porch at my old house waiting for their dad to get home, the children and I snuggled in a blanket. I miss my life immensely and I miss my marriage and I miss my children.
So I came home and took a recuperative nap and it's another couple of hours until Monday morning and the rush that goes with it.
Praying for wisdom to do what is right, no matter how hard, for my family and for me. Without their dad. It kills me. Still, after all this time.
Tonight I am not going to over think it; I'm going to veg out and watch tv and give myself a little grace. And pray for more mercy and grace from above.
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