Jesus Makes Everything Better

So yesterday was a rough day. It was one of those days that seems to drag on forever and the baby seems to run circles around you all day. About 1:00 yesterday afternoon I was so exhausted and just wanted to take a nap. But the little jabberwocky wouldn't go for that idea. When I laid down on the bed for a second he climbed up with me and started playing trampoline-- with me as the trampoline. At one point he threw his head back with all his 16 month-year-old strength and hit me square in the nose. I thought for a second I had a bloody nose-- I didn't-- but I still have to admit that I didn't handle it gracefully. I sat back on the bed and bawled... and bawled. Okay I was probably over reacting, but I was tired, frustrated and pregnant and when you are pregnant you don't really need a good reason to bawl... it just happens. Asher didn't know what to make of me crying, I don't think he'd ever seen me cry before. At first he thought I was laughing and started to laugh back, but then he realized that something wasn't right and looked concerned. Then all of a sudden he stood up on the bed and pointed to this picture we have hanging above our bed

looked at me and said "Jesus, ma... Jesus." Then he gave me a big smile that let me know he was telling me that Jesus would make it all better. I still didn't stop crying (sometimes once you let it out it won't stop so easy) but I couldn't help but smile back at his simple faith. He pointed several more times at the picture and told me "Jesus, ma.... Jesus" until I stopped crying and then he gave me a hug. It was a sweet moment, and after that I wasn't quite so tired or frustrated with him. Because you know what... Jesus really does make everything better.