Running on Empty

Last week was rough.

Between me getting sick (yay antibiotics!), a death in the family, the anniversary of 9/11 and the shooting of Charlie Kirk, I just wasn’t feeling it. Any of it.

Lil is the most lovey-dovey kid I have ever met. Her love language is most definitely physical touch. She is always snuggling someone, and while she prefers either her dad or me, she will grab a blanket and a doggy if she has to. But she also has such a big heart. She hates the thought of anyone being sad or feeling bad and wants to give hugs and snuggles to make them feel better. I adore this about her.

When she found out there was going to be a dog at the library to read to, she got really upset and asked, “Does he not have a home? Does he have to live at the library?” I explained that he does have a home, he is lucky enough to have two owners who love him enough to share him with us. Her tears dried and she dragged me to him as soon as we got to the library.

However, when I am sick and she is not, I try my best to keep some distance. And, luckily she didn’t catch the bug this time. But she was really upset that I couldn’t cuddle with her all the time.

And she hasn’t understood why the flags are flying at half-mast.

Explaining 9/11 was not easy.

Talking about Charlie Kirk was not easy.

Revealing that Grandpa’s mommy has passed away was not easy.

Of course, she is five, I didn’t give her details. We discussed good and evil, living in a way that pleases God, and that Charlie and Great-Grandma are with Jesus having a big party.

I hate that I have to tell her anything like this. I hate that there is so much loss and heartache in the world.

But she is my tiny warrior.

So we spent the weekend remembering, resting and recharging. This week brings family into town that we don’t get to see often enough. And she has a new cousin on the way that we get to go shopping for. We are truly blessed.