I’m a worrier. Have I ever mentioned that before?
Maybe? In passing? Once or twice?
I worry about my kids.
I worry about the economy.
I worry about whether or not to get a few chickens for my back yard.
I worry if there will be enough ketchup for my kids to smother their fries in at dinner.
What can I say? It’s a gift.
Yesterday found me worrying about Parker’s future. The future without Mom and Dad around to
kick ass watch out over our Brave Hero.
Cause I’ve heard the stories. In the news and by word of mouth. The stories where people with special needs are taken advantage of. And worse. Much worse.
But then I came across this scene at our house yesterday:
And the spirit spoke peace to the worry in this Mama’s heart.
I realized that long after Reed and I are gone there will be 5 brothers and sisters more than willing to
kick some ass watch over our Brave Hero.
It feels so very good to be able to scratch at least one worry off my list.