I don't think I'm very different from most moms in that my expectations for Mother's Day are generally very modest.
And given that Rob lost his mom less than two months ago, it would have been particularly unseemly for me to insist on an over-the-top celebration this year.
So of course I didn't.
I prayed for only one thing and I asked for another and I am proud to report that both my requests were granted.
Yesterday, I let out a long, slow breath of anticipation and fear and uncertainty.
Today, after cuddling with my boy and watching cartoons in the early morning hours, I sent husband and son away, locked the bedroom door and availed myself of a sleep aid.
I am currently enjoying my "morning" coffee and don't expect them home for at least an hour.
And it feels good.
I am itching to write. From the very moment yesterday when it was confirmed that Rob and my plans are well and truly in motion, ideas for stories and posts have flooded my brain.
I'm going to tackle an explanation after I have enjoyed a family dinner here with Rob's dad and his brother's family (including the lovely LeeAnne).
I wish each and every one of you happiness and peace this Mother's Day.
