So today has been an uber crappy day. I have done nothing productive, and my house is a mess. I was just about to throw in the towel and give up after the doctor said that Eamonn had a viral cough and there was nothing we could do but wait it out.
Then, just barely as I ran out to the van to get something, I hear crying. I look back and see a little boy, staring at me through the screen door sobbing because I am leaving him. My baby. He loves me so much. I am his world. And as dificult as things are for me right now, I am encouraged and know that I can make it through, for him.
I am grateful for my screaming, snot nosed, sick, clingy little stinker because he is my purpose and reason for life.