Holding on Tighter

It was a morbid dream. Involving floods, being trapped at a campsite, seeing tons of kids not having a clue about what the flood of waters meant...and losing my little boy. In my dream rescuers came and they rejoiced when they saw I was alone because it was easy to save a single person. When I told them I wasn't alone but had lost my baby, they laughed at me and said I was just trying to play on their sympathies so I could get out faster. My world spun and it made no sense. No knowing what else to do I held my little boy for them to see. They quit laughing and I woke up.

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!

Happy Wednesday!