I woke up to give you medicine and couldn’t fall asleep.
I found myself praying, asking God for help,
releasing you, and trying not to cry in front of you.
Even while dozing in and out, you kept looking at me.
That sweet face, quickly remembering the days when all I could see was your eyes.
Many things have changed, but those bright eyes have remained the same.
With tears rolling down my cheeks, you get comfortable, and those little fingers wrap around my finger.
Talk about waterworks.
I prayed.
I used my tears and prayed over you, for you and those who will be part of this journey.
I pulled the blanket over your body, and you took it off.
I was reminded that you’re a big boy now and can decide if you want to be covered.
I snapped this picture, then looked at the time and noticed it was a little after 4am.
You were born at 4am, and just like we got through that journey, we will get through this one.
To wake up and this be my devotional for the day, talk about right on time.
Dropping him off to his teacher. I released his hand, but he knows Mama will be there to pick him up.
