The wait was long, we tried to stay busy, and employed silly videos on youtube to pass the time. For my dad and I, sitting and waiting isn't a strong point.
Several hours later, we had our answers. No cancer, a successful surgery, and a loopy mother. We shared a hardy laugh as colorful words were thrown about in regards to sports on the TV and we breathed a deep sigh of relief seeing her come back to being herself again.
After seeing her settled and after getting her blessing, my dad and I decided dinner was in order. We headed to one of our favorite hole-in-the-wall Mexican food joints and in route, spied a rainbow seemingly sent just for us. A cold celebratory beer and food in our bellies never felt better. Back to the hospital to say our good night wishes. What a day. Now she's recovering and is doing quite well, even got back to painting some yesterday.
Yesterday's Mother's Day reminded me how lucky I am to still have my wonderful, creative mother in my life and Rio's. It also made me sad to think of the amazing mothers no longer in our world. My Granny, who I miss nearly every single day, and my Mother-in-Law, who I knew for much too short of a time. I wish so badly they knew Rio and us and our world and our accomplishments and our fears and our hopes. I wish they were here.