A few nights prior to this Tate had included in her prayers, "please bless the boys that they won't get sick so much so we can do more fun things". She's so thoughtful, but it broke my heart- for the boys & for her. The pace of her summer so far has not lived up to summer's in the past, and I hate that.
I wanted so badly to see her excitement at the party and watch her run around like a mad woman with all her friends. Lately, it's never Tate's activity that takes first priority, and I know it frustrates her.
On Friday night I went back home, while Wyatt stayed to sleep with him. I got home after the kids were in bed, and I was so exhausted. I was going on second day hair + makeup, and 4 hours of sleep. I was sad... for Tuck, for my other kids, for Wyatt having to sleep there. I was frustrated that there weren't any answers. I felt beat.
I went upstairs to wash up, and change into fresh clothes hoping that would at least make me smell better. When I walked into my room I saw something on my pillow. It was a small wildflower. I knew immediately who left it there.
I couldn't take her to her party, I couldn't even tuck her in that night. But she thought to pick me a flower and leave it for me on my pillow. She is one of a kind, that Tate.
(Tuck is now out of the hospital and doing much better, thank goodness)