My dad, Kevin, was the one to give Boston her blessing. Boston is so lucky that she had a grandpa who was able and and more than willing to bless her. She had her two uncles stand in the circle, some of my friends husbands, a cousin of mine, some of my moms best friends, Jackie and Karlene's husbands, my dad, Mike's brother, Doug and so importantly my grandpa John, who passed away shortly after. My sister, Alicia, made Boston the most beautiful little blessing dress and she was blessed in our church in North Logan.
I had a pretty bad week and was going through a lot. I remember our church started at eleven and was concerned about how to get us ready by then since I was still so used to the mom life.
The blessing was perfect. In church I usually anticipate my Sunday nap, draw pictures, plan lunch or now chase Boston. That day I remember being so content. After everyone came back to the club house at my apartment and my family and friends help put together an amazing lunch. I had a very bad week, and because of a few on that Friday I cried more tears then I care to admit but that Sunday we were surrounded by so many great people and so much love. I heard once that no matter the terrible Monday you have, the Friday that may be worst or how rough the week is; Sunday will always come. I am thankful for Sundays. I am not the most spiritual person, especially lately, but I am always so grateful for Sundays.
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U r to nice not mentioning what was going on to
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