But tonight, I was rocking my little boy and singing songs to him about Heavenly Father and I just knew I wasn't alone. I was so warm and so happy. And he fell asleep in my arms; feeling safe, protected and like everything was right in the world. Despite the piles of furniture that are camping out in his room right now. Despite the gaping holes in our ceiling. Despite the musty smell and the worried Mama.
And I felt like maybe I am doing something right.