Some days are just rough. You know. The days when there are more tears than smiles. I’m finding out that the days when the momma is sick automatically typically mean it’s gonna be a sucker punch of a day. And when the baby is sick at the same time the momma is, well, that’s just pitiful. Never-mind that last Wednesday was Earth Day; we went through laundry like no one’s business because of massive spit ups and diaper blowouts, one right after the other. And I won’t divulge what was taking place in my body, thank you kindly. Fortunately, I have a wonderfully helpful hubby that came home early to give me reprieve because I couldn’t function. I needed a break from the screaming baby. I needed to step away for a bit of time, for both of our sakes.
It was a rough day. I needed lovies. And my precious one needed lovies, too. There was much about last Wednesday that I’m not proud of. My weaknesses came crashing through. Brennan saw them plain as day. Yet, he still gave me smiles. He still looked at me admiringly. And at the end of the day, he still found comfort in my arms. And I found comfort having him in my arms. Holding him seemed to somehow wash away the tear stains of the day. Unspoken forgiveness. Unspoken acceptance. In moments like these, you want time to stand still. They’re sacred.
