Nature called about 4:30 a.m. I decided to take a shower while I was up, knowing my alarm would go off at 6 am. Since I was tossin' and turnin' and unable get back to sleep I got back up to begin my day.
I dressed for what I thought was supposed to be a day with temps in the 80s. When I glanced outside to "get a feel" for the day. To my surprise, the skies were looking a bit threatening and I noticed the streets were wet - so it had sprinkled some already. The air had quite a chill, so I changed my clothes and grabbed a light jacket.
Next was time to fill up the car, and get a morning cuppa to take with me on the road. As I was filling my gas tank it began to "ice ball" (for lack of what else to call it). The sun was out and they glistened like diamonds as they hit the concrete. While I was getting my cuppa those ice balls turned to a short, quick downpour of rain. There went my hair ... then the winds came up; it wind-dried my hair.
As I am pulling out of the gas station parking lot ... what do I see? I small part of a rainbow. I was excited, grabbed my camera, drove to a spot where I knew I could get a full, open view of it. Well, that idea got squelched - a train cometh ... *smile* While I was waiting to cross the tracks I attempted to get a few shots, before it went away. I have posted a few of my attempts. A few miles down the interstate another rainbow made an appearance. I got off at the next exit, pulled to side of the road and tried to get another few photos. Can you tell I love rainbows? It was just a climax to what I had already experienced, just getting started for the day!
As is normal, when I visit my mother-in-law or go to visit my daughter and her family, I also pick up Grandpa. My mother-in-law was already gone for the day, with a different son. While I was waiting for Grandpa to get ready, I straightened up the house so she wouldn't have to come home and work. We were on schedule until a neighbor came to mow the grounds. Hoses had to be moved and she needed some info about where to and where not to mow, so we were quickly running out of "buffer" time.
Although tight on time to get to the church, away we went. He said we would be fine, except for the construction between ... there's two spots where you have to wait for the light - only one lane. Off we went. A few miles down the highway I smelled a foul, familiar odor ... hmmm ... I looked at my daughter's father and quipped to him, "I smell like poop (actually I didn't say poop at the time). About the same time, the odor reached his nasal passages too.
When I left the house, I went out the front door, which is where Grandma takes her dog out for potty duties! Yep, sure enough ... I couldn't step on hardened stool. I'm assuming it was obviously the spot where she let her out before leaving for the day! It was quite a stinky ride! I usually use the back door, but not on Mother's Day! It was literally a stinky ride, but we had laughs and fun with the whole situation ... I mean really, whaddya gonna do?
Once at the church, I did my best to get most of it off, said a little prayer to myself that I wouldn't stink up the church! And I was warned to "not say anything, don't tell anyone!" haha ... I was good.
We were late, fashionably late, but still missed the beginning. Our daughter was already started with the music worship. She plays guitar, sings, and can this gal get the congregation active, with prayer and participation.
I decided to take my chances and try to take a video. That also turned out to be a bit problematic. In the haste of being late, I neglected to bring in my good camera, but realized I had a cheapie in my purse. However, I had not taken video with this one.
Toward the end of the song she requested that all MOTHERS stand. So, in my mind, I thought I should stop the video, so I did. At that point she gave recognition all mothers, and announced that she had a "special guest," which was me! Her words were well chosen - kind and sweet with a bit of humor. Of course, it pulled my heartstrings. Had I known she was going to do that, I would have kept the video on. It came as a pleasant surprise.
I'm all right with how it all came down. I guess that part of her music worship was meant for God, and all of the congregation present yesterday! Thank you, Jesus, for such a special daughter. I want to thank my daughter for her special recognition of me. I love you! Oh, and I got to see the grandkids, too - It was a fulfilling Mother's Day, on many levels.
The rest of the story ... we were the last to get there, and the last ones to leave the parking lot. I never did get to see my mother-in-law, and decided I would call her later in the evening. Guess what? I didn't call - I fell asleep; go figure. I'll be making that up tonight. The trip home was uneventful, nothing about that was unusual.
I hope that all of the mothers out there had a great Mother's Day!