Mom

This is one of my favorite photos of my husband, Steve.

Today I went shopping with Rebekah for her wedding gown.  She found the one she wanted and bought it.  With a few alterations it will be just right.  As we were there and she was trying dresses and veils tears came to my eyes. I thought, “Moms always cry in here!  I don’t want to!”  I quickly dabbed the tears from my eyes and stuffed the rest of those tears somewhere.   I’m happy for Rebekah.  I’ll miss her though.  I hope I’ve taught her all she needs to know to get started.  Okay, I have to go stuff some more tears.   Later.

We got some really pretty snow today.  Whenever it snows Steve usually hurts his injured shoulders shoveling snow  so much that he can’t sleep because of pain for several days.  The last time he did much shoveling it was painful for him to hold up his preaching Bible.  Steve injured one of his shoulders years ago playing ball.  We believe he broke a bone but he never saw a doctor for it.  The boys try to do his shoveling for him; but others aren’t aware of his injuries and he won’t say a word.  He just goes and shovels.  It is also painful for him to do a lot of  vacuuming.  We try to see that he doesn’t have to; but sometimes he does end up vacuuming somewhere.  If he sees this page I am in trouble.