Given a miracle

One year ago today, I was told Jared "was going to pass and pass quickly". I remember being shocked and devastated. I couldn't believe God was going to take my husband so soon. I will never forget having to tell Steven that his daddy was going to go to heaven and then listen to him cry and sob for over an hour and being completely helpless to fix it. That night I laid in the bed with Jared  singing to him, talking to him, praying for him, and just hoping he would wake up and tell me to shush.  And then a miracle happened. The next morning he did wake up.  After Jared woke up, Steven told me that the night before he had prayed for God to add a little more time to his daddy's plan so his daddy could come home if just for a couple of days.  That night Steven, Jared, and I spent the night alone in Jared's room, just the three of us, our little family of three together. I slept in the bed with Jared and Steven slept in the sleep chair beside us.  The next morning, Jared state up and said I want Cheerios. It was the first time he had asked for food in three days. So I said. Cheerios you shall have. When I came back into his room after getting the Cheerios, Steven was laying in my spot in the bed. The two of them just laughed and laughed. They thought it was so funny that Steven had stolen my spot.  And the next day we did get to come home. Even if just for a few more days.  God gave us the miracle of a little more time.