Yellow Flowers and My Mom

I love flowers. I love, most especially, yellow flowers. They make me happy and feel inviting. I am so happy to see that I have yellow flowers blooming around my house. Especially right now.

My mom had surgery not long ago and is doing well. That is what she says and what everyone tells me. It isn't that I do not believe them or doubt her, but I worry so much about her. It was so hard to be far away and not be able to be there when I knew she needed help. She had plenty of family around to help but it wasn't me. Now I know that everyone loves their moms. I know my siblings love my mom, and her siblings love her and her mother loves her. She has lots of support. She has prayers from North Carolina Methodists, her ward family in IA, Catholics in UT and my ward family. She will be fine! Why is it that I am so scared that she isn't? I am afraid of not being there when I am needed. I am just a wreck. I cry regularly. I am a crier.


I guess I am just looking for peace. I look up to my mom and I am not ready to even entertain the idea of her not being around.