There are some days that are OK, and some that are really good. Today was pretty darn good. I woke up early and ordered the last thing I will need to order for the wedding (yes, on Sunday, and yes, on Mother's day). Now I think I can relax. Except I though that yesterday, too, and then I remembered the lights. But back to today.
The young men and women took over primary for us today, and I got to go to Sunday School with Mark. That was a treat! Relief Society only lasted an hour, and then I got to go home. When I got here, Spencer was here and had a suspicious . . . well, this.
Tara and Joe came over, and when I tried to go into the kitchen to be chatty with them, they yelled me out. For real. Then they gave me this.
Then Spencer asked what the noises were that he heard in the basement. Since I had asked for the cat to be disposed of for Mother's Day, I thought he really had done it, and my heart began to sing ( more loudly). He walked up the stairs with these.