Monday, September 25, 2017

September 21, 2017

Today I had my PTA meeting.  Everyone said I should cancel, but I knew that it would be easier just to hold the meeting.

All went well.  Everyone was so kind.  I felt strangely calm and put together.  It's funny how things that really don't matter have stopped causing me so much stress.  Life seems a whole lot simpler this week.

As I walked out of the meeting, I felt light.  I had finished writing my talk this morning.  I was ready to print my dad's life sketch.  My PTA meeting went well.

There was a light breeze and the air felt nice.  I started walking to my car.  I felt like I could walk, and then skip, and then float away.  My heart just filled up with joy--like it could burst.

I marveled that I could feel this way under the circumstances.

I'm so grateful for the gospel.  I'm so grateful that I can feel peace and love and happiness.  I feel so blessed.
Two year olds don't feel grief.  It's a joy to be around Lance!



I'm trying to soak up Lance's happy feeling!


Emma had another game today.  They played against Hurricane.  It was a stressful game, even though they won, and Greg and I felt emotionally charged.  It's like we just can't handle the ups and downs.  It was tough to make it through!  The whole team struggled and we felt a lot of stress.  We were lucky to come out with a win.

Once we trudged into our house, we were happy to be met by the smells of pizza in the oven and a salad on the counter.  Bless the hearts of my dear running friends.  They have been so good to me this week.  We ate and then I tried to clean up and get ready to leave in the morning.  It was hard to get homework done and laundry done and everything else done.

I've practiced and practiced my talk until the emotions I feel are more muted.  I'm starting to think I can do this.  But I am very nervous that I'll absolutely lose it while up on the stand.  So many friends are praying for me and cheering me on.  Tomorrow is going to be a day I will never forget.

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