I had a bad day today. I’m not talking about a little bad. I’m talking about get-in-the-car-after-work-and-freak-the-whole-family-out-by-sobbing-hysterically bad. Just a bunch of stuff, you know? And I’ve been barely holding it together anyway, so the bunch of stuff turned into a big crisis with me weeping in the passenger seat on the way home from work.
My kids haven’t seen me cry much. I’m a big goo-ball, and I get all teary and emotional about practically anything even remotely sappy, but to truly break down and cry is unusual for me.
I think the last time my sons really saw me cry was when we lost Elijah.
So it kind of freaked them out a little, especially Bubs, who in spite of his tough guy attitude has a tender little heart.
I came home and went up to my room and cried some more and vented to my husband and calmed down.
When I came downstairs, Art showed me this:
I don’t know what else to say, except that I am so very blessed by these sweet little people God has given me.
They are my joy.