Thursday, March 11, 2010

Love

By 4 am, there is a soft, gentle rain outside that makes cozy sounds on the roof. In the tree outside my window, birds are chattering the morning gossip to one another. It is so peaceful, and all is quiet and I am tempted to close my eyes once again. But I know I must reach across the bed to feel the forehead of a little boy. This time, it is too hot. I gently lift him up to give him some medicine and a sip of juice and he lays back down and mumbles "I love you Mom" before returning to his restless sleep.

Now it is light, and my little boy has come down the stairs to me, cool and happy. I know we are not out of the woods yet, and in a few hours, the glazed eyes and listless body will return. And I will care for a cranky little boy because "I love you too Jack".

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