This Mother’s Day was difficult and emotional due to the recent loss of my Precious Baby Girl. I found myself struggling to get through Mass without adding what sounded like trumpet back-up to the choir from blowing my nose. The boys way of dealing with this is to all climb on the pew to hug and hang on me. Although sweet, not always what I need when I’m trying to pray for some peace. This was especially trying on Mother’s Day. Walking out of church I just couldn’t take the extra limbs growing from me anymore! In a not very proud moment I yelled in the church parking lot, “I can’t get any peace anywhere, I can’t even pray!” “It’s not worth it, we’re not even going to go to church anymore!!! This scared two of my boys silent. They had never heard me utter such words. It, however, gave John a skip in his step as he responded, “Great Idea!!!” Praise God for no peace!