A little teary today

 Why am I a little teary today?

• A series of stressful dreams for the last two weeks. 
• I woke up filled with a lot of fibromyalgia pain. Took a long time to get moving.
• I had a long conversation with a ward member about her family, wishing there were only something I could do.
• Another ward member suffering and feeling powerless to help
• Thankful for a couple brethren who told me about the service they were giving
• I bore my testimony in church about how our Heavenly Father communicates His love for each of us.
• 
  Took a lovely walk on a surprisingly hot day with Joy and Prince. We talked about Prince becoming an adult. Sometimes these days, it's all I can do not to just stare and stare at this nearly-grown young man. I am amazed at who he is becoming. I think of how dearly I'm going to miss him while he is at BYU. (As Emily says in Our Town, "Let's really look at one another! It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another.") 
• We haven't really shared this publicly yet, but someone in our home is going to need an urgent surgery on the near side. I spent the day fasting and praying about that.
• I didn't take a nap.
• 
  I worked on a new puzzle for a while and made great progress. (What does that have to do with feeling teary?) Well, I like puzzles because it feels like I'm taking chaos and putting it into a beautiful order, bit by bit. And I tend to want to work on them most when I'm feeling like I don't have control of things.
• We played Great Dalmuti, and all five of us enjoyed it! Helping everyone enjoy the same activity feels like a real accomplishment some days.
• As we read D&C 58, God tells His Saints that after the tribulations come the blessings. A child wanted to know why they had to do chores in this house, as if that were a tribulation and when exactly do the blessings come? I was likely too intense in my answer, and I feel bad about that.
• I'm reading these wonderful old blogs about Princess learning to say words and Prince discovering math for himself at age 4 ... before going off to BYU as a math major.

So, dear diary, that's why I'm feeling a little teary today, like, all day.

(If I remember how to do this right, this is below the fold)

What was last night's stressful dream? Last night I switched between a high schooler and adult. My old theater teacher (Sam Muir) told me I was starring in tonight's production of a completely unrehearsed, improv play as Donald Duck. During it, I was the villain. My throat hurt so I couldn't get the voice right. The actor playing Goofy had a stroke during the play and had to be ushered off. My dead relatives were in attendance. I drove my sons around, trying to find their friends, but everyone kept moving houses. And there was severe anti-Indian (India) racism, which was a problem for one of Prince's friends.