“Little boy, you remind me how so much depends on days made of now.”
― Allison McGhee
This is a picture of my son, sleeping on my lap on the bathroom floor. It was taken at three in the morning after a long, long night of battling a viciously-violent stomach bug. The evening began after eight hours at the theater where my daughter performed two plays … after my husband left on business … after my son’s party at youth group at 9:00 … after vomiting twice in the garage (so close to the grass … so close) … after cleaning and re-cleaning the garbage, the bathroom, the sink, the garbage again, the floor, the bathroom again … after laying down on a nearby sofa to jump up every ten minutes for hours.
After that, he fell asleep for the three hours remaining in my night. And yet, I have to say it was one of the most gracious blessings I’ve received in awhile, because in the midst of that chaos, my son … who is almost as tall as me … who almost weighs as much as me … who is months away from being a teenager … became the sweet little boy I try never to take for granted.
Between the spasms of sickness, these are just a few of his words.
“Mom, I’m sorry about the garage.”
“Thank you so much mom for being here.”
“Mom, I’m so sorry you have to clean up after me.”
“Mom, I won’t stay this way forever right?”
“I just want to feel good again. Thank you for staying with me.”
“Mom, you make me so happy.”
And as I watched that precious boy fall asleep on my lap, curled on a towel, covered in a blanket on the hard tile floor … I thought how blessed I was in the midst to be loved that much … that he found rest in my arms.
So as I swept and washed the garage … twice … as I jumped up to my alarm … twice … as I moved and removed, folded and unfolded my plans and my day … I remained in a state of gratitude for this boy, for his love, and for the privilege of being his mommy.
May you too know, or share, or give, or receive this love.
Elle
this quotable life 
Unbelievably full of truth and sweetness.
Thank you Lori! So much love!