Night and day life interruptions

weekly breathe question & an announcement for next week

This week started with a midnight wake-up tug on the shoulder from my sweet boy, who is still young enough to need mama to hold him when he's sick. Do we ever grow out of our need to be held? I wondered, as I watched the clock move from midnight to one o'clock, to three o'clock, with this lanky seven-year-old in my arms.

Friends, I would prefer this mont…