There are days that are so busy and so overwhelming that I barely have time to catch my breath. There is so much to do and never enough time to get things done in. There is vaccuming that I haven't done all week and laundry that has piled up until I'm running out of clothes. There is bathroom shelving that has been waiting for installation for months now and baby clothes that I need to pack away.
There is always too much to do. But at night, when it's dark and quiet, when the hustle and bustle has died down, I still remember all the things that haunt me. The daytime keeps it away but at night in the dark, I talk to my grandfather and wonder if he can hear me. And in those moments, I hug my sleepy milk breathed child and let the peace of him wash away all the pain.
No matter how busy my day or how silent the night, no matter what goes wrong or right in my world, the feel of my son in my arms washes everything into peace.
This post was inspired by the novel The Idea of Him by Holly Peterson. Allie thought she had the perfect husband, until she finds him and another woman in a compromising position in their own apartment. Join From Left to Write on April we discuss The Idea of Him. Join us for a live chat with Holly on April 3. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.