I wrote this post the week before Thanksgiving but sometimes it takes me awhile to finally push the ‘send to blog’ button on things that really mean a lot to me.
My blog is my journal and this is a story that I want to remember forever and ever so here it is.
One day this last week I was having a really hard day. I was just sitting on the floor in my bedroom and Brooke was on the other side of the room playing with her toys. She was so into her books and toys that I didn’t even think she knew I was in the room with her.
I just couldn’t hold everything together anymore and the tears started coming.
Brooke immediately noticed. She dropped her stuffed animal that was in her right hand and her slinky that was in her left hand and came over to me.
She sat on me all by herself, hugged me and put her head on my chest. This lasted for 10 minutes (for the first time I am not exaggerating about something). There were no words, toddler babbling or wiggling. Just hugging.
It was so tender. Somehow Brooke knew I was hurting and she knew how to fix it.
It was exactly what I needed. At just 15 months Brooke knew what it took to get me through that dark afternoon. I felt so much stronger after those 10 minutes. I felt recharged and ready to keep pushing forward with hope.
Kids are so smart.
And the rest of the day she continued to make me smile.
These kiddos of ours sure know what’s up.