I hope you all had a nice Mother’s Day. This year was such a bittersweet Mother’s Day for me. The first Mother’s Day after our little Afton had passed. The first Mother’s Day realizing that we will be visiting her grave every year for the rest of my life on Mother’s Day because I want to be near all of my kids.
Smiles and tears. Thank goodness for sunglasses.
I was spoiled this year with beautiful flowers, the sweetest cards with pictures (my favorite) and a turquoise mixer that makes me happy whenever I see it. Avery wrote two cards to me this year, one from her and one from Afton (so sweet).
Saturday night, Cafe Rio helped make for a great weekend too. I’m addicted to the Steak Tostada lately, with a soft tortilla on the bottom, their tortillas are my favorite! I loved hearing what everyone loves when they eat at Cafe Rio via Facebook and Instagram. I have a few new things I’m excited to try now.
One of the first things I wanted to make with my mixer were meringue cookies (like on the cover of the current Martha mag). Meringue cookies are the one thing that you DON’T want to mix by hand. I ended up making 3 batches of them trying to get it right. I love how they look! So colorful! We wrapped some up to take to my sweet MIL.
I also made this french chocolate mousse which was SO rich! Kind of like chocolate butter. Seriously!
We had a nice night with Kyle’s side eating outside (the weather here has been so gorgeous!). Here’s Avery and her sweet Grandma Colleen.
I’m so thankful to be a mom. I count it as one of my biggest blessings. I’m so thankful for the wonderful mothers in our lives for their continuous love and service. So thankful for Aiden’s sweet birth-mother and her most selfless difficult decision and the positive encouragement from her sweet mom in her decision. Mother’s Day is such a bittersweet day, but I think the sweet will always outweigh the bitter.
These last few months, my mom has been such a support to me. In the few weeks after Afton had passed, I could always call her and know that she would cry with me. We laugh, because there was a night that I called her crying, and she was somewhere where she couldn’t cry with me, and I said “You HAVE to cry with me…you always cry with me!” Thank heaven for moms… all the moms in our lives.
ps. This sad story has been on my mind non-stop, if you can take a minute to read her story and help or share however you can, I know we will all be better for it.