In case you read my last post, I'd like to give you an update on my quest for peace.
I found a tiny bit the other night.
It was late (midnight-ish), and I was putting laundry away. (Do it when you can, folks.)
I went into the boy's room, put his laundry up, and turned around to leave.
And stopped in my tracks because a lump the size of Texas jumped into my throat.
The boy... not so little anymore... was sleeping SO sweetly. His favorite blanket pulled up to his chin, and his tiny Christmas tree was lighting up his face.
(Swallow lump.)
And I just stopped and stared at him. And grinned. And sniffed a little. And resisted the urge to smooch him.
And thanked God for the privilege of raising him.
And found a few seconds of peace in my otherwise nutty day.
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