Mother's Day

Yesterday was a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. The first thought that popped into my head was "My baby would be nine months old, and this should be my first Mother's Day." I got most of my crying out early, but my cousin Cassie got me going again completely inadvertently when she was giving me her kids' pictures, "You know, not everyone gets these. I think of you more like a sister, even though we don't talk too often. I trust you with my kids." It was just a really, really nice thing for her to say.

 Mom really liked what I did for her. Grandma had given out some of Great-Grandma Ketelsen's crochet work, and Mom had claimed a doily that said "Mother" on it, but was in rough shape. So I mended, cleaned, and framed it, and it turned out very pretty. I wish I would have had the chance to try to sun-bleach it and maybe some of the other stains might have lifted more, but she was alright with it the way it was.

I played quite a bit of catch with Hayden. He's started t-ball, and his first game is already this week. We're already coming back for his preschool graduation on Thursday. I asked him if he was practicing any songs for the ceremony, and he had no idea, but he thought awfully hard about it. I ordered a cookie cake, like I did seven (!) years ago for Calvin.

I'm ready to start making a push for more testing, to take the next step. We were all hoping for an easy fix, and that's not happening.