Tonight I cried a little - nothing serious, just a hard, emotional day.
Andrew followed me into my bedroom and said, "I'm sorry, mama. What can I do to make it better?"
I could hear the echo of my words in there - the compassion that I show to him when he is inexplicably upset was reflected back on me in waves. I bathed in it.
I sniffed and said, "I could use a hug."
He said, "Can I hug you in the bed? That would be good - to hug in the bed."
And he snuggled me gently in the fluffy duvet.
We're a true family - we hold each other up. Unbelievably blessed.