I have had a crappy day. Between being sick, continuing to be devastated by my miscarriage and suspecting dh of things I can't even wrap my head around right now I've just had enough.
But now I sit here on the couch with the most beautiful little boy cuddled up on my lap sleeping. He is 5 and I feel so blessed that he is still so cuddly and loving. He really is such a sweet boy. Makes sure I'm always happy, helps me do things around the house, tells me I'm beautiful, the list goes on and on. I don't know how I got so lucky but after all I've been through in my short 25 years he has made it all worth it.