Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Dear Tyler,

Hi pumpkin! How are you doing on this Tuesday afternoon? Mom is such a terrible person for not writing to you again yesterday. I wanted to so bad but yesterday was just not a good day for Mom at all. I got up early and was not feeling well and it just got worse as the day went on. Mom turned her computer on to study and write to you but after 12 noon, I was feeling so bad that I left the computer on and went to sit on the couch and snuggle with the pups. Mark got home around 2 pm and he worked until 5 pm and Mom watched 2 movies before having to get up, feed the pups and then cook dinner. I still didn't feel good at during the evening either. I think that everything is just catching up with me and that I am anxious about the move. We were in bed at 10 pm because Mark had to be up at 4 am to go to work to do that cutover. Mom didn't think that I would fall right to sleep but I guess I did. I needed the rest but it was not a sound sleep that I would have liked to have. Maybe tonight we both will because we have been up since 4 am. The pups didn't know what was going on and they wanted to eat, Mom told them no and then they were restless. I think that Mark is resting right now or at least I hope he is. He needs to have a nap as he is exhausted. He got home around 1 pm today and again for the second time the cutover was unsuccessful. That means he has to do it all over again for the third time. Mom thinks that is ridiculous but he is okay with it. Right now we have other things to focus on and he started vacation the minute he got home! He is off for the next 8 days! He returns back to work on Halloween. 
 Right now the weather is so cold and dark. Bet you can't guess what it is doing??? Yup, it is raining as I am typing this to you. It is suppose to rain for the rest of the day and into the evening but the next 4 days are suppose to be cloudy/sunny and only 45 degrees. Winter is sadly approaching sooner than we all want it to. Some places are getting that nasty "s" word. They can have it because Mom doesn't want it. The weather for Friday's move is suppose to be clear, sunny, no rain and cold. That is okay and Mom will take it. I was hoping and praying for weather like that so thank you my sweet precious son and thank you to God and all the other Angels that helped with that. It sure means a lot to us! 
 Mom has absolutely no updates for you at all. I have not spoken to anyone in our family since Sunday. I will touch base with them tomorrow and then again briefly on Friday when we are out of this apartment and into our new one. Mom is having some anxiety over it all now. Everything is becoming real. I sure hope I like the new place and it is much quieter for us and the pups. The layout is so different and I am unsure of that the most. I just hope we are doing the right thing. Please be with Mom and ease the doubt that I am having right now. I really need it. Thank you. Again, remember that Mom will not be writing to you on Friday but I will write to you briefly on Saturday and Sunday will start the regular daily letters again. Mom will be talking and whispering to you so be listening. It will be throughout the day and night. I miss you so much. I miss you more than words can say. I love you to the moon and back and all the way around the world. You will always be my hero and the wind beneath my wings. Forever you are in my heart, mind, body and soul. That is where you will stay. Mom sure hopes that your evening will be everything that you need and want it to be. Come be with Mom or visit me in my dreams if you can. I would love that so much. The candle is lit for you already and Mom will whisper to you tonight so smile for me and I will smile for you. Right now I am sure that you can see Mom and I needed sugar to stay awake so guess what I am eating??? It is our favorite~ Marshmallow peeps that are shaped like ghosts! Every time I see them I think of you and remember how we would eat them all the time. It makes me smile but also sad. Mom can't help it. I wish you were here eating them with me and laughing the way we used to. We would get that gosh awful sugar high and then crash later because of it...lol. Memories.... that is all I have now and I cherish them so much. These last 5 1/2 years have been pure h*ll for me and all our family. I don't think time will ever get better with this but I will give it my best just for you. Help me along the way? Send those signs to Mom to keep reminding me that you are around. I need them all the time. Thank you. 
 Well it is not that time of day to start getting dinner going but I need to see if I can finish up some of the rest of my school work. I miss the last 2 days and I got a bit done already. I would like to get this one finished and submitted by Thursday so come Monday of next week I can start working on the next chapters and exam 4. Mom will be back tomorrow with another letter to you I promise. Continue to watch over us and continue to fly high and free. Big hugs and kisses to you, our family and friends and pets that are with you on the other side now. You all are loved and missed so very much. Until tomorrow comes....good night and sweet dreams.
 Always, Mommy xoxoxo. Muah!

Here is the prayer for the day:

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ. 2 Corinthians 1:3–5, NIV
Lord our God, Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who encourages and strengthens us in all distress, we thank you for turning our suffering into a pathway to life, so that we may be thankful and trusting through everything. You can change what we find hardest into what is best for us. Praise to your name that a way through sin and death is given to us. Praise to your name that you have shown us a way through all evil, a way that is blest. Amen.

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