Time seemed to slow down for just a few minutes. Everything in the last week replayed itself in fast forward mode in my head. I couldn’t hold back what I felt inside. My emotions poured out and my soul revealed her sadness.
I scooped Ethan up in my arms and held him. My tears watermarked his teeshirt. He laid his head on my shoulder and allowed himself to be my comfort.
He sat cross-legged on my lap and looked into my eyes as I looked into his. I watched his eyes follow my tears as they rolled down my cheek. Still watching the flow of tears, he whispered softly, as if he now understood, “sad.”