So this weekend turned out to be more jam packed then I thought. Which basically means I stayed up too late and got up way to early this whole weekend. I'm POOPED. Yesterday, unfortunately, I was never home for more than 30 minutes, which was used up completely by showering (Sorry a girls gotta be clean!). What was I doing? Well yesterday I got up at 6:30 to go to the big event, which is one of the biggest serving events ever, for real. So I was at this elderly woman's house with some of my church family and we were out in the sun all day working her flower bed and re-tiling her porch. It was exhausting, and then afterwards I had a youth counselor dinner type of thing and we all hung out basically until 11:30 at night. Which is way past my bedtime. So now I'm sunburned and exhausted. Then today I have about a two hour break gap to do things, such as writing this post. I'm not complaining because everything I did was a blast. Weekends like this are really good reminders about the amazing people in your life. So for that I am thankful. Sorry for missing a day!
Memory #61
Weekends like this always make me think of my mom, not because they remind me of my mom but because she would be the first person I would want to tell all about my adventures to. It's always funny to think that there was a time when my mom would basically come close to tears when someone brought up the inevitable, "Pretty soon she'll [Me] be off to college." Oh my mom did not want to hear for one second that I would be leaving the nest. I know that when it came to our relationship it was not even close to being one sided, she was my best friend and I was hers. So when it came time for my senior year my mom definitely chose to ignore the fact that I would be leaving but of course did a heck of a lot of work to make sure I would get into college. Which is why mom's are awesome. Anyways I think that was one of the reasons that made my mom's passing so hard for me. I had done all of this preparing to leave home and my family but I had not prepared myself for my mom leaving me. There are definitely things currently that I would love to have my mom here for some stellar advice and mom hugs (Duh). Anyways not really a memory but take it as you will.
Love always,
Erin
Beautiful example of the paradox of motherhood...working for the best for our children even when it means their leaving the nest and mom behind.
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