Decided to stay the night with son at hospital. He's sleeping. I'm so thankful he was allowed to stay here. It's going to be a long road ahead for him. Praying his heart can wait until the infection is clear. He is humble, quiet, and a little worried.
I would love for him to have some clean and happy years ahead, but right now, just thankful for the moment. Isn't it weird how it takes so little to bring a moment of peace, in spite of lurking danger?
A this moment, none of the past matters. How he has treated me doesn't matter. He is, for a few minutes, my son again.