A chronicle of my journey of learning to live again after the loss of my precious daughter, Hudson, and my attempt to find meaning in her death
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Days of Thanks #14
Today, I’m grateful for this little boy right here. This little smile. Those little teeth. Those chubby little hands on the sides of my face. Those fat fingers that love to pat things. The giggle that comes up out of that little tummy. The cry that comes out of that little heart when I leave him alone for too long. That hungry little mouth, even when it is still hungry every two hours at night. Those strong little arms that are just now learning to pull that little boy forward in an army crawl.
This precious creature, a gift that I did nothing to deserve.