The hard stuff came. Regret. Sadness. Tears.
We cried together, she and I.
Watching a sad movie right before bed couldn't have helped, but my heart was grieving already anyway.
And then I remembered...
As she and I cry together... Made of the softest fabric possible, a small quilt I made for her years ago. It had been sitting, rarely used, in the cupboard.
And I could take it no longer.
She sleeps. Still I weep, thanking God for his goodness and grace - even in the hard and uncertain moments of loving our children.
