It is sometimes the smallest things that teach you the best lessons.
The other night, it was super hot and muggy in the house and so I went to open the window to get some fresh air in the house. I had to think twice before opening it because I was a little scared that it wasn't safe.
The funny thing is that when Q was home the night before I didn't even think twice about having the window open.
I wondered why. I mean, it's not like Q was going to protect me if a raccoon decided to join me in my bed, or a burglar decided he just had to have my uh...extensive collection of cardigans...
And then it hit me...
Q makes me brave.
With Q, I am a momma bear.
I am his protector.
He makes me stronger than I ever knew I could be. (and that's saying something...because I'm kind of like, a scaredy cat...and I obsess over everything...I mean, sleeping with a open window scared me for crying out loud!)
But I know that I am capable of protecting him with all of my being.
I would run into burning buildings, I would lift a car over my head, I would fight swarms of bees (even though I joke otherwise about that one...ha...ha...ha..), I would fight the bad guy, I would wrap up a gaping wound (without puking), I would defend his honour, I would give him a fighting chance.
I love him more than I could ever imagine possible.
So, Life Lesson:
Don't mess with momma.