really puts things in perspective.
Last night was rough. My toddler was up all night vomiting--from both ends. On one mid-night occasion--it was all over me! Sure it was gross, but I was more concerned with the health and welfare of my lil' guy than anything else.
I did not get much sleep, if any. As soon as he would settle down, he'd then be awake screaming and crying with stomach cramps, followed by a blow out, one way or another, followed by him immediately falling back to sleep exhausted until the next 'episode'.
As any mom knows, being put in such a base position, the focus becomes survival. God is so good though. There I was holding my boy, praying for his good health and my husband grabbed me a fresh Tshirt from his drawer. It was all I could do to hold in my JOY at the receiving of the Tshirt. It smelled SO nice and fresh.
I was finally able to lay baby down and the lovely scent of that shirt kept me company through out the rest of the night. I didn't even want to take it off. I was so grateful and thankful for that little bit of cotton heaven.
Sometimes, it's the littlest things that get us through...