A Little Bit Of Happy

So I realize this will be my third blog post today, but I feel like I need this outlet. Today has been rough. I realize that there will be many rough days for as long as Serenity Hope is in the NICU, but that doesn't make me feel any better for today.

So for today, I will find the happy. And today, that happy comes from Liam, our 18 month old son.

This morning I had walked out of the kitchen for two seconds (okay, maybe it was more like 15 seconds) and came back in to find Liam sitting in the kitchen chair (very grown-up-like) and single-handedly drinking the last bit of coffee I had left in my coffee mug. He is not very practiced at drinking from a regular cup, so naturally there were streaks of coffee running from his mouth, all the way down his stomach.

I couldn't help but laugh at him when I found him in the state. The kid was drinking my coffee. And I just found it to be hilarious. Especially when I said his name loudly in a slight panicked tone and it startled him (because he wasn't supposed to be doing what he was doing).

A little while later (maybe five minutes) he was playing with the cooler we had brought with us that we thought had been emptied completely. He knocked it over somehow, and was sitting on the floor hollering because water came gushing out and soaked him. Again, I couldn't help but laugh.

So while today may not be a very happy day, and my heart may feel heavy, my little boy has brought me a little bit of happy.