last night, around 3:00 am, I woke up to the sound of Turner crying.
I went in his room to check and see why he was awake, and it seems there was no reason.
I don't think anything was really wrong. In fact, now that I think of it, I think he was crying for me. not crying for his mama, but crying for my benefit...
after I picked him up, we sat in the rocker, and I sang softly to him. he didn't immediately fall back asleep, but just remained still. he laid his head on my chest as I stroked his cheek.
time stood still.
It was so quiet and peaceful.
just me and my little babe.
I have struggled the past few weeks. no reason in particular, but I have just felt "off".
and time and time again, small things (like last night) have happened.
I am grateful for this time in my life, for these sweet boys, and the lessons I continue to learn.
I'm grateful for the opportunity I have to grow, learn, and explore.
I'm grateful for the ability and opportunity to serve others.
and I'm extremely grateful for being awakened at 3:00 am, sometimes it sucks, but nights like last night remind me why I'm blessed.