Like grass

This picture is from Mother's Day 1992. Jim, Son #1 and Daughter #1. This is the year that Daughter #3 fell in love with the harp. Every Mother's Day we'd go to this club for brunch and every year she'd sit on the floor next to the harpist, mesmerized. You never know what, or who, is going to influence your child (or anyone, for that matter).

Today was better. At least I haven't cried ... yet. The boys had off from school today and even that didn't make me cry! I went shopping and ran errands with Daughter #1 and Sons #2 & 3. It was nice to spend time with them.

Then I got to spend some time with the "Bunco gals". I always enjoy that. Well, that, and CT's world-famous peach daiquiris.

And, good news: Son #1 used the grill tonight to cook some steaks and didn't start any fires, other than the one in the grill. Yay for him.

I did a devotional this morning that used Psalm 103. The two verses it focused on were 15 & 16:

15 As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;

16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.

At first I found these sad. I don't want Jim to be remembered "no more". I don't want me to be remembered "no more". But then I focused on the positive aspects: suffering doesn't last forever. None of the negative stuff we go through in this life will last forever. One day I'll be fabulously free .... forever. And very, very happy. The wind will blow over me and I'll be gone.

Like grass.