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I was right. The prayers, Ryan coming home, a phone call from my sister--it all helped. God is good! He gave me a brand new day today, which is helping me with yesterday.
Yesterday was hard, but it was a long time coming...and I know that I need those days. They remind me that I am a mother, and that even though she isn't here with me, I have a daughter. They remind me that I am human and it's okay to mourn. I can't always be strong. I'll burst.
And now, because I am an optimist, I'll find some good things in yesterday: the morning snowfall, the email that told me my glasses shipped, the delicious burger I had for supper.
There. That's better.