I chatted with Mamacita in bed this morning about her move into her new place today. She said even though she was anxious about it all, she appreciated everything we were doing for her to make her comfortable. I reiterated that it was okay to feel afraid and that after she adjusted, life there would be better. I hugged and kissed her goodbye at 7:45 AM, me in tears, she not. My sisters and brothers-in-law settled her in this afternoon, reporting back that she spoke very little during the drive there. They finished setting up her room and made sure the phone and computer were good to go. Apparently, they had a welcome basket of goodies for her, and the flowers we had delivered arrived at the same time Mom and co did. Some people stopped by her room to welcome her, then she was tearful when my family left. Although I’m looking forward to snuggling with Hubby tonight for the first time in two weeks, I’m going to miss waking up next to Mama. If you know her, please call and write. She needs us.

My 6-hour drive home was smooth under beautiful skies. I stopped at a rest area in Pennsylvania to pursue momentary happiness at a pretty overlook, arriving home mid-afternoon to a cacophony of daffodils and tulips all over the yard and in planters (pictures tomorrow). Later I took a walk at the farm park, one of my happy places and welcomed this year’s piglets, lambs, and baby goats. Who doesn’t love a piglet snout in the face? The peacock was doing his spring strut, as was the turkey cob. Was thinking about Mama this evening while Hubby and I each worked on our separate puzzles, side by side, at the dining room table. Back to routine, albeit with a somewhat melancholy heart.