my dear friend and i spent some precious time at noah's place yesterday afternoon. we wept. we laughed. we wondered about heaven. we talked about why boys are scared to ask girls out. we read hebrews 11. (well, she did. i listened.) we talked about compassion and co-suffering.
and i did some sweeping.
sometimes when there's nothing else a mother can do for her son, to care for him and nurture him, she finds an act of love as simple as sweeping up the pine needles around his memorial.
so that's what i did.