Yesterday was not a good day. It was my husbands first day back at work and it was my first day alone at home with my son. I don't mean I was alone. I have many friends that I know are waiting for a phone call to come over, but it was my first day to be back to "normal" and it didn't go well. I really for some reason thought it would. All we did was go to Wal Mart. I had a few more things to get for our Angel Tree angel and some milk. I knew I would see baby clothes, and babies and it was fine. Then I turned another corner and I see a mother with a son and a new baby it's carrier and it was okay. Then another corner, and another corner and it became less and less okay until my eyes welled up with tears. It just snowballed from there. And my son, he was there, witnessing his mother fall apart in the lotion aisle. He looked at me, confusion in his face and said "Mommy, are you sad? Are you sad about my baby sister?" I said that I was and he reached up to hug me tight and pat my back. "I will tell Jesus to come to Murfreesboro and bring her back". By this time I was choking back tears. All I could do was go home, get his lunch, leave the bags at the door and crawl into bed.