Thursday, November 7, 2013
Like a child
I got up a little while ago and went to his room. I can tell by his quiet breathing that he is straight.
I lay down next to him and put my arms around him. He is so muscular and so big- but he is my baby. The smell of his skin, the whisper of his breathing... He is still my firstborn.
I just held him and asked God to take my strength, my health, my life and pour it all into him.
I think he is done. At least for now. He is back on his feet. Embarresed and apologetic for. "checking out".
We survived another one baby boy.
Posted by Elena at 4:51 AM