It has been such a tough week. The weather has been so beautiful and so many things to be grateful for. But sometimes, it's just hard to find "my groove".
Twenty-nine years ago October 28th, I lost my mom. She was such an awesome lady. Always pleasant, and smiling, even when things were pretty darned tough for her. She was my best friend. The one I could tell anything to.
People say that it gets easier as the years go by, but I just don't believe that's true.
Have you ever had those mornings when you just really don't want to get up. . .you finally drag your sorry self out of bed, get in the shower and attempt to get ready for the day. Your hair, no matter how hard you try, looks as if a mouse has attempted to make a nest in it; your make-up looks like a 4 year old has done it for you; no matter what article of clothing you pull out of your closet feels like someone painted it on you and the day continues to snowball until you mutter to yourself, "I knew I should have stayed in bed." Those days I fondly refer to as a fat day. . .and today just happens to be one of those days. . .
Introducing
Grayson Walker Chappell
Born September 25, 2008
8lb. 12 oz 20" long
I am one proud Grandma!!
