I should be up cleaning my house. I can never stay on top of it. I should be getting ready for the day and get out of these sweats. I should be running errands, catching up on emails, sewing leggings, figuring out dinner or a million other things.
But instead I am laying here. No tv or music on. Just laying here next to my sleeping son. Listening to him breathe. Anxiously waiting for him to grab my face every few minutes to make sure I'm still here. I love that. I hold his hands and tickle his face. I watch his chest rise and fall. I thank God over and over for his life. I have missed this smell, this feeling, this happiness, this excitement, this life.
I have a list a mile long of what needs to be done but none of that is important. What's important is this adorable little body next to mine. And today I need to just stop. Remember how lucky I am. And soak up every moment. I would give anything to have this opportunity with makenzie. So I won't take for granted my chance to do it with tracker.