I recently followed a link from another blog to a little girl named Savannah [warning: midi music on page!].

Savannah is sick with a chronic and life-threatening disease. She is lovely, with curly brown hair and a gorgeous smile. And she is facing a transplant that the doctors hope will help her.

Her smile has been haunting me.

This morning, Bear packed up (as he will) all his favorite bed stuff (including the stuffed animal) and travelled across the hall and into bed between CD and I. He does this almost every morning.

We all talked softly for a bit and then CD headed off to take a shower. Bear snuggled closer to me and stroked my face.

Mommy, you're beautiful, he said.

I kissed his forehead and counted the freckles on his face. I found 12.

He squirmed and decided to share my pillow with me. Because of the bazillion pillows on our bed, clearly I had the primo one.

I tickled him and he giggled.

And then I started to cry.

What's wrong? Bear asked.

Nothing, honey.

Then why are you crying?

How to you tell your son that you're crying because he's a living miracle and you know just how blessed you are to have his small, healthy body next to yours? That his big heart is an inspiration to your life?

I told him that it was happy tears, because we are so lucky to be a family.

And then I told him to go brush his teeth.

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