Today was also a tear jerker.
My squirrel boy who loves pirates, can't get a sentence out to save his life, and loves to trace my veins wasn't medicated. Again. We've had eleven days of school. One with medicine. One. Not good.
Well, since I can't seem to talk with mom on the phone, I took some matters into my own hands.
He stays after school with the latchkey program. Tonight, he got to help me.
I rearranged my room. Again. (Ruth, if you're reading this, I think you'll enjoy the new arrangement...maybe.)
He helped. Moved things. Threw away trash. Organized a drawer. All so I could talk to mom.
And as he was organizing a paper drawer, the small words came out that stilled my heart.
I love you.
Oh, how precious.
I told him I adored him too.
He smiled and went back to work.
Squirrel, you melt my heart and I promise to keep fighting for you!