My Sweet Boy

When I got home from work Thursday afternoon, my mom was here in preparation for my angiogram on Friday. We started talking about my grandma [who passed away yesterday morning] and for the first time since I’d heard hospice was being called in, I let myself cry.

Butter still has the balloon he bought the day we saw The Lion King. He brought it over to me and said, “Mommy, it’s okay. I love you.”

Each and every day, I’m thankful he’s the sweet boy he is. He’s so quick to comfort, and I love that about him.