and a phone call from ElemenoB about a little fender bender on a weekday morning:
then a news report about a tornado in the town that my oldest boy just moved to:
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all stacked on top of a bunch of other things I won't mention. I was feeling overwhelmed and frustrated and scared and sad and emotional.
But then I remembered that there were senior pictures taken of my brilliant, beautiful oldest daughter:
and an impromptu slumber party in my bedroom when Allen was out of town:
and the most splendid tea party with friends:
as well as All-a-Boy's choir performance where he sang in a trio and had a solo in ASL:
and finding out that this gorgeous and amazing young woman made it into the choir she auditioned for:
along with a million other little blessings and tender mercies and even miracles, mixed with the laughter of my children and letters from my missionary son and a feeling of hope and peace and happiness. And suddenly May felt a whole lot better.