It's wierd how time seems to STOP when you're stuck in the hospital. One minute life is normal, the next minute you find yourself in the ER with a very sick child. But really? Nothing stops. Life keeps going, people keep living and the world keeps spinning. I'm very well aware of that. For me? It's a tender mercy. It helps me to STOP and appreciate all of my many blessings that are ever present in my life. It reminds me to be grateful for the little things. It reminds me what is most important in this life. Most of all? It allows me to spend precious time with Ben that I would not otherwise have. Time that becomes shorter with every passing day. It's a sobering reality. And so with that time, I spend it loving every inch of him. I love to climb up on the bed, to lay beside Ben, and breathe him in. I love to study the little pieces and parts of his body so that someday when he is gone, they will be forever engrained into my memory. I love the sound that he makes when he breathes in and out...so rhythmically. I love the way that his body melts into mine when I lift him onto my lap. I love that he allows me to serve him in every way possible. I love the sweet reminder that IS his perfect and gentle spirit.