Laying in the dark, I told Mat my dream and I began to cry. I cried because I didn't think I could ever deal with such a loss and don't even want to think about it. I cried because breathing softly in my arms was my little boy asleep with no cares in the world. I cried because I was so grateful to hold him tightly.
Ever since my dream I've held him tighter. Cuddled him longer. Cherished his laugh. Delighted in the new tricks his dad has taught him. Taken the time to listen to his chatter and conversations. I love my baby boy. I love looking through photos of him, seeing how much he's grown and praying God's protection over him.
I hope you're loving your babies today!