I read a loving tribute from a mother who buried her 6 year old boy yesterday. She painted a vivid and beautiful picture of her son and from what I could tell, he was quite the handful :) It made me think of another little handful I know. And, for a moment, I let myself go there. REALLY go there. What would I do if this was Owen? The pain defies description and takes your breath away. But I thought of all the things that "annoy" me that I couldn't live without if Owen didn't come home from school. I would give my life to hear him talk about volcanoes, to hear him ask for the 100th time the difference between good sugar and bad sugar, his obsession with all things Star Wars, the constant bickering between him and his little brother, his fighting almost every direction I give him. So tonight, when I said it was time for bath and he started whining and protesting I just hugged him and told him that I loved his face, his spirit, HIM. Because I know of a mom who would give anything to hear that same protesting from her little handful tonight.
~Love and Peace to you Newtown, CT~
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