Tears of Joy....literally...

I'm not sure how atheists live their lives.
I know I'm not the most religious person but I do believe in god and I tell him I'm thankful for him every day.

I recently heard someone say..."If you're not a person of prayer, the best prayer you can say is telling god 'Thank You' the minute you wake up each morning".

Those words stuck with me and I've tried to hold true to them.

As I type I have nothing but tears of joy and I'm glad that while I had tears of fear a few days ago I still had faith....my faith never waived but my emotions ran high.

My tears of joy are because I came home to the most beautiful message on my answering machine. It was my mother (Whose name is Joy) telling me to pick her up from the airport tonight. YES I said TONIGHT!

I was so happy I started crying.

While my emotions ran high a few days ago, deep down inside. I knew at the end of the day it would be ok, that I would manage just fine, that my daughter would adjust much quicker than I. I knew that I was just an emotional mother who had just got way too used to being at home with Baby C, the ability to grab every second to visit a museum, read a book or make reindeer cookies on days she got out early. I knew I could handle it because my mother did, and I did as a latch-key kid growing up. I just want ready to handle it.

But knowing my mother is on her way from England means the world to me and I couldn't have asked god for a better present than this.

"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."