Connor is back with us for another two weeks before he starts kindergarten in our old hometown. As Connor sat with Scott for the millionth time the other night, it was good to see that Scott's eyes looked peaceful again. With all that has happened in the last three weeks, it was really nice to see.
"Are you glad Connor is back?" I asked Scott a question with a very obvious answer.
And as Scott hugged Connor tight and answered affirmatively, I silently thought to myself that it would be nice to already have a child of your own to help ease the pain of a lost one. I honestly almost felt a little jealous of Scott for a second, and then immediately felt bad for feeling it.
But the thought was fleeting and didn't last long. A moment later, Connor ran to his room to put up a toy and then ran back to where Scott and I were sitting, "Mandy?"
I looked up from what I was doing, "Yeah?"
"I love you."
It was a small, nonchalant gesture, one that Connor gives regularly to us. But without realizing what was coming, this time the reward was huge: Connor had just hugged my heart.
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