It’s so easy, as you slog through the drudgery that is every day life, to let all the little stuff rise up and bog you down.  Because when there’s nothing major happening, the little stuff can seem major.  And then I open up my Google Reader and see a post like this.  And suddenly I have tears rolling down my cheeks and the little stuff seems so stupid.  So meaningless.  So small, by comparison.

I am so incredibly blessed in my life.  Sure, we have our little problems.  The budget is tighter than usual this month.  The pup drives me insane on a daily basis.  I don’t want to teach VBS.  I worry about not having a present for Kile for Father’s Day.  But at the heart of it all, I have what is important.  I live in a very nice house with all the comforts one could possibly need (and maybe even want).  I have a loving and supportive and HELPFUL husband who is also my best friend in the whole world.  And I have the two sweetest sons a mother could ever hope for.  They are truly the light of my life and I am forever looking at Harry with an expression of wonderment.  Because how could he have come from me?  He is getting so big, so mature and so handsome.  And then there’s my little Liam.  My miracle baby.  I love him so much it hurts my heart sometimes to think of it.  We wanted him in our family so bad and it took so long to get him.  But he’s here and he’s whole and perfect and every day with him is a gift.  I love my sons.  I love my sons.  They complete me.

Kate’s news this morning punched me in the stomach.  I’m not a weeper.  I don’t often just break down and cry over things.  I’ve become more of a cryer over the years, as life has taken its share of smack downs on us.  But I still remain, for the most part, fairly strong and stable.  But reading her post tore at my heart and I couldn’t stop the tears from coming.  I ache for her and her family and her poor little Liam.  Her post is achingly eloquent.  I can’t fathom where she is at right now, emotionally.  But I hope, that across the miles and the tangle of cyberspace, she can feel my support and prayers.