STAND BY ME

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.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Elena. This is so touching and so real. They never stop being our babies.

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