Today

Here we sit. Landon snoozing through his Remicade infusion, while Mama prays this brings another level of healing. As I sit here I hear another sweet child crying across the hall. I feel for that baby girl and her Mama. I silently say a prayer for them too. The tears fall; I am unable to stop them. I wish children didn't have to be sick. I wish we could change situations. But we can't. We are given what we're given and it is for a reason. Someday we might even get to know what that reason may be.