Q Makes me Brave

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. 

 

His defender.

 

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.