I lost my wedding ring last week. Yes, I panicked...looked high and low, etc etc. It was missing for a week and we found it yesterday, so balance is restored in my world. But that's not the story.
When I found my ring, I had been so worried about having lost it, I started to cry. I couldn't help it...I was so glad to have it back. Toast leaned out of hubby's arms, into mine, wrapped his little arms and legs around me and laid his head on my shoulder. "It's alright, mama," I could feel him thinking.
I just got off the phone with our hospice nurse...well, her voicemail. I"m trying to set up some visits to help us get through this month of anniversaries, and I had a few questions about the memorial service for all of the kids hospice served who left this earth in the past year. I couldn't get through the call without crying. Toast looked at me, so concerned, and when I picked him up...from a sea of toys that he had been decimating ten seconds before...he snuggled in and laid his head on my shoulder. "It's alright, mama."
I know, my man, I know.