Just remembering

In Sunday School today, we talked about being rescued, both spiritually and physically. I thought of a small moment in my life I was "rescued" and wanted to record it.

I was pregnant with Bryson and having a particularly hard day. If I remember right, I had just gotten off the phone with Nic, who was going to be coming home late. I was ornery, achy, sick, and ready to be done. I sat down on the coach and just started to cry! Hannah ran to the bathroom, broke off a little, tiny piece of toilet paper, came back out and started wiping my tears.

She did rescue me. She helped me feel loved, needed and soothed. I was supposed to be "the mom," the strong one, the comforter. But my 2 year old was the one comforting. What a good little friend she is to me.