I love my child.

This is going to start off depressing, but it gets better. A couple that I went to school withs 20 month old little boy passed away suddenly this week. This has upset me, badly. No real reason for it. I have never met this little boy and haven't even talked to or seen his parents in over a year. But, for some reason, I have been in a fog over it. I guess, for obvious reasons, I feel like it is too close to home for my comfort. However, it has really made me think, in a good way. I know that I, as a mom, get stuck in the routine. Get up, breakfast, play, nap, lunch, play, nap, play, supper, bath, bed time, whew, end of the day. Sometimes I forget what it is that I am really doing. Heavenly Father has trusted Danny and I with something so wonderful and precious. It's not about going through the daily drills, it's about rearing a spirt child of our Heavenly Father. The love that I have for this little kid is so amazing, and I haven't really recognized that until the past few days. I know that I would do anything for him. What is it that he has offered me? Money? Services? Heck, the kid can't even talk. All that he has for me is dirty diapers everyday, but that is more than enough. A smile, a kiss, a ma-ma or da-da, even the pure fact that he his progressing in a normal way is more than enough of a payback for getting through the everyday. I hate that sometimes it takes tragedy, especially someone elses to make me realize the wonderful things I have in my life. I hope that I am doing as much for Kirk as his mother as he does for me on a day to day basis. I love you kid!