5 Minute Friday

I have recently stumbled upon this blog, and decided to join her in an exercise in writing. So here it goes...


HOME
Home is our safe place. It is where we go to be with the ones we love the most. It is the place we kiss our husbands goodnight and rock our babies to sleep, but what happens when that safeness is suddenly ripped away from you?

Over the past few years I have been too close to too many tragic deaths. Marc, MawMaw Fontenot, Treyson, Ali, and now Little Brian.

A week from tomorrow is the day that I saw that precious little lifeless body being pulled out of the pool. I heard his daddy yelling at him to wake up while he pounded on his baby's chest. I heard his mom and big sister crying out. I heard my little girls praying out loud for a miracle. I heard sirens and more sirens. I heard kids asking their parents what was happening. I heard parents telling their children to hush and go.

It was a whirlwind of craziness yet it was all happening in super slow motion.
 
I literally met the family minutes prior to the accident, yet I feel like my life has been forever changed by that quick encounter.

His home must be a different place today because I know mine is. I can do nothing to ease their pain or bring their baby back into their home; all I can do is be thankful for the comfort in my own.

I no longer want to scream when Leif wakes me up four times in one night or when Eisley hangs on for a little longer than I wanted to sit still or when Collette asks to help me with every single task I am working on. I am thankful for each and every breath that comes out of those little bodies making this our home.