My little Seth is sick. He’s had a fever of way over 100 for the past 24 hours and he’s just lethargic and tired and burning up. He lays on the couch or the chairs. Unmoving. His smile is lost. He’s sleeping now in Chip’s chair, waiting for his daddy to come home, and he’s groaning in his sleep. He does not feel good.
And it’s absolutely ripping my heart of our my chest. My little guy who is always so full of life. The little guy who runs everywhere. The one who smiles so big when you walk into a room that the entire world stops to look like you’re the most important person in the world. The one who giggles and grins.
And all of that is gone today. I haven’t seen a smile yet today. There have been no spotaneous hugs. No “I lub you momma”. No car races, no train tracks turned hunting rifle, no endless stream of chatter. Just silence as he lays in the chair.
It’s so quiet I think I actually hear my heart aching for him…