Last week was hard.....REALLY hard! I kept telling myself that if I could just get through Mothers Day, I would be OK. All week long I kept telling myself that. I was irritable, I was moody, and I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to go to sleep and wake up and it be Monday. After one of the longest weeks ever, Mothers Day was here....I dreaded getting up for church, to see the smiling faces of everyone, and to know that even while I was smiling on the outside, My heart was broken on the inside. I made it through church, and my little family came home to spend the day together, and while we were invited out by some dear friends, I needed to surround my self with my family and just rest my heart. My husband and daughter, took care of me, and made my day special. They let me rest, and gave me thoughtful gifts, and they let me cry when I needed to cry. Sunday night rolled around and I started to breathe easier...It was almost over!! I had made it through my 1st Mothers Day w...