{It's the little things - Week 8}

Just a warning...this post is going to be heavy. I'm not sure where I am going to go with it. But, it's on my heart.

This morning I woke up like every other morning, texted Nate a good morning text and proceeded to get ready. I got his good morning text back...followed by another text that I wasn't prepared for. A text that broke the news that a family friend that we basically grew up with was mourning the lost of his 14 year old niece. It stopped me in my tracks. I just stood there frozen while so many different emotions flooded me. I tried to get finish getting ready, but couldn't. I just couldn't function.

It rocked my mama soul so hard.

I kept thinking about this mama losing her one and only child so unexpectedly. And the pain she must be feeling. It's heartbreaking.

I told Nate that I was not sending Mason to school. 

That I needed him here with me today.

 I changed back into my pajamas and climbed into bed with Mason. I held him, listened intently to his breath rising and then falling and cried and prayed. I prayed for the family and that their hearts were comforted some way some how only the way God can do. And I thanked him. I thanked him so hard for my sweet boy. For that moment and getting to hold and squeeze him.

Last night before bed Mason asked me to hold him. So I did and we both fell fast asleep. I slept with him all night until Nate woke me to say goodbye this morning.

 I am so glad that I did.

I am so thankful for those little things you don't always plan but they happen and you realize later that you needed it more than anything in the world.