I'm so thankful that I have a great mom. Truly. There's nothing that I can't talk to her about or any problem I can bring to her that she hasn't faced herself. She is such a strong, sweet woman. She's lived a scary, rough, joyful, and finally love-filled life so far.
I find myself praying for her more these days. She's getting married this summer to an amazing man that loves her and treats her the way she deserves to be treated- with dignity, honor, respect, gentleness, and kindness. Finally! It only took 45 years to find a good one, Mom!
Her fiancé and her lost their wedding venue yesterday so I'm praying even harder. That God would rest her soul, bring her joy, and give her a sense of peace that His way will be and always is better than our own.
One of the hardest times I've ever cried (were talking can't breathe, snot flowing, super puffy eyes) is when our venue fell through two weeks before our wedding. It felt like a cruel joke. But I have to say that the end result was so much more intimate and fun I think our original plan would have been.
I love you mom. Don't worry, God's got cha!
