My Piece of Foreign Sky

Mother's Day was fantastic. This was due in large part to 1) my hubby 2) my darling girl Gracie and 3) my BFF Jessica G* who is in town visiting for the week. (My blogs may be a bit sparse)Cori got up extra early to make all the girls breakfast. Then, he gave a wonderful talk in Sacrament Mtg. that made us all feel like a million bucks. After church, Jess and I were asked to hang out in our room while Cori and Gracie laid out our Mother's Day dinner. The table was beautiful, and the food delish. We spoke with loved ones far and near. The evening was topped off with a victory for the Jazz over Golden State.

The day, though marvelous, had one little misshap. During a small debacle regarding Sunday shoes, Gracie stumbled and fell on her laundry basket. As you can see, her chin broke her fall. Tough little bug.

For you, Grace:

You are the trip I did not take;

You are the pearls I cannot buy;

You are my blue Italian lake;

You are my piece of foreign sky.

"To My Child," Anne Campbell

I am a lucky girl. I have everything because of the people I love.