change

Can't believe that summer is almost over. Seasons come and seasons go just like how our moods change and how our lives change and grow each day. On Monday after work I asked Steve if he wanted to work on something in the back yard. We had these pavers to use and we decided that we wanted to put them in an area where the barbeque was. As we were out in the back yard, shoveling where we were going to put the wood board I thought this would be a fun activity to do together. Steve did not like the idea, in other word his mood wasn't the best. Sometimes at the beginning of something it is a struggle to get into the groove of it. During the week his mood changed everyday the project had a little bit more done and now we have a nice barbeque area to grill up some grub. At the beginning of anything our lives, it is difficult to really picture the ending. Each step towards the end picture is better than staying in the same spot. I am trying to stay optimistic about our surrogacy process, sometimes my mind and mood change. Then I am reminded as I see all the mother's and father's with their kiddos. I want that! Every step is going to be hard in its own way. God challenges us with trails that we can handle even though we don't think we can, but in the end or at the end picture we can handle a whole lot more than we thought we could.
On Tuesday our surrogate and husband when to see Dr. Snell for their psychological screening. Now Steve and I are working on the legal step.
Wednesday Lisa, Steve's mom came into town for a couple days. It was great hanging out with everyone and visiting. Lisa is my mother-in-law, but she is more like my sister-in-law. She is up for whatever and I mean whatever. I am so glad she came up and visited us.
Yesterday, my mom and I drove up to Morgan, Ut and rode in the wildflower pedalfest. It was freezing when we first started, but began to warm up. We were doing great until we got up to the dam. There was a rest area/water station at the top and I was waiting for my mom, but then I thought maybe something happened so off I go. As I was heading back down I heard my name in my mom's voice and she was no where to be found.  So I kept going slowly, keeping my eyes pilled and here is my mom in a sag wagon. Her chain broke, so I went back to the rest area and met up with her. The "fix it" man didn't have an extra link, so my mom told me to go ahead. So off I go, as I was riding I thinking to myself this isn't fun anymore without my mom. Then I heard this talkative group of women so I attached to them right quick. As we were riding I recognized one of them, it was one of the therpaist I work for's wife. But wait...the therapist's mom was in the group too. Let's just say we had a good time talking and riding. At the 10 miles left I got a bloody nose, but no one had a tissue and I said no worries I will be fine. We had about 5 more miles to finish and my mom called me. She got her chain fixed and she was able to ride. I crossed the finish line with a blood all over my shirt and my mom handing me a wet paper towel.