A Letter to My Sick Son
My little guy. When I woke up this morning, here is what I saw. Your eyes were sealed nearly shut. Your nose was a runny disaster. You were drenched in sweat. Here is what I felt. My heart plummeting to my knees. Tears in my eyes. An overwhelming desire to do anything to help you feel better.
But then, I saw this. You jumped up and down in your bed. You smiled a tremendous smile. You yelled, "Mommy!" just as you always do. I wrapped my arms around you and we played. Then, here is what I felt. Along with the overwhelming desire to help you feel better, I felt extreme gratitude and awe for your strength, your courage, and your constant, enduring joy.
I love you.