In my eyes.

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It's Mother's Day.  It was a long day.  I feel selfish to say it, but I couldn't focus today on the great mother's involved in my life.  Only now at the end of the day am I able to think about that.  All day long I had to be strong, put on the brave face, pretend to be listening but shut off my ears to the sweet musical item, the talks and the lessons.  It was all about me holding it together.  I think I did it.  I think only two tears fell and I wiped them away quickly and composed myself again on those two occasions.  It's funny to think that I was studying the shoes of all the women in the row in front of me during the musical item to distract myself from hearing the words they were singing.  It was like when you go to the dentist and you try so hard to daydream about something else other than the drill grinding away at your teeth. 

I was walking the halls at church looking for something and was stopped by someone I have known since I was a young teen.  She stopped to give me a hug and asked me what was wrong and that I couldn't tell her nothing because she could see it in my eyes.  I told her, and that I just have to put on my happy face because I didn't want to ruin anyones day.  She hugged me tighter and told me she loved me. 

It was just what I needed to hear.  She is the reason I made it through the day.