Today, I’m feeling a bit ungrateful. After a very full, exciting weekend, in which the kids had entirely too much to do their little bodies exploded all over the van, the stores, the football field, the fall fest, and mommy lost her temper a
couple too many times. And then I got all caught up on Stellan, and my heart sank. Ungratefulness tastes pretty bitter, and I sure spoonfed myself heaps of it this weekend.
Today, instead of feeling the anxiety overcome me, feeling the impatience grip me like a glove, instead of letting my children test my breaking point, I will take more deep breaths, I will count to ten, I will inhale and exhale, and I will remember – they are healthy, and I am lucky. They are beautiful little spitfires; they are smart, active, spazzy, adorable, HEALTHY children. And I am one of the luckiest of the lucky ones. I have six of these blessings.
You’ve got a lot of people worrying, praying, and thinking of you today.
Everyday I check on her blog.
Everyday I check on him.
Everyday I cry seeing his beautiful face, thankful for each and every picture, depicting him okay despite her tales of their struggle.
Let today be another day I get to look at more pictures of his face.
Let today be another day his mother gets to take more pictures of that face.
And hug him.
And nurse him.
Let today’s surgery be successful.
Let this nightmare end for them.
Let them take him home.
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