We spent our weekend close to home, enjoying each other’s company and hoarding Cholula snuzzles. We spied the backs of our heads on television. We wiped tears from our cheeks while watching an incredible Arnold Palmer documentary. We went out on a date to our favorite restaurant. We stayed in for a date with take-out sushi. John skied powder in May and I laughed with girlfriends over wine/lunch. We caught up on house chores, talked about upcoming trips and adventures, and made some magic in the kitchen together more than once.
When you’ve lost your first pregnancy just weeks prior, it turns out that Mother’s Day is a little rough. I was unprepared for the emotion I felt over the weekend, the sadness and even envy that I experienced. I thought of women who’ve struggled far longer than I have to become mommies. I thought of my hubby, who lost his sweet mom to cancer ten years ago. I thought of my own strong Mama, who’s watched both of her babies go through hell this year. I was reminded, as I have been in other times in my life, that grief is a complex process that takes time; each feeling is valid along the way. I also felt a renewed hope to someday soon know firsthand what motherhood feels like- what an extraordinary gift it is. And I had many moments where I simply paused in gratitude for my life and the love that fills it!
It made it easier to deal with the fact that it’s still snowing in May…
How did you spend your weekend? Share with me!
One year ago: A fabulous Friday, indeed.