Happiness comes in all shapes & sizes, today mine comes in the shape of Briton.
After an impromptu neighborhood search walking up and down the river and through neighbors yards. I am happy to report he was found.
Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have
I was so relieved when I found my sobbing mother holding him in our front yard.
On Wednesday it was a normal summer day playing outside. Brooklyn had a blowout. I went inside changed us, in came my mother. Holding a lasagna of course.
She instantly asked where all my kids were. I said, “didn’t you see them outside?” She replied, “no”. Odd, I put sleeping Brooklyn down in his crib. We walked up the street and saw a group of kids. My mom said, Shannon I don’t see Briton. We start asking everyone where Briton went. They kept saying he was by the tall grass by the river.
I start screaming for Briton and my mom and I take off in different directions by the river. This alarms neighbors.
My neighbors jumped in their cars, one went to the top of where the river starts sending his boys to run down it. Another mom went to the park where the river mellowed out, just in case.
Not knowing what else to do, I just kept running. Every time I would hear a new voice yelling “Briton” the possibility of my worse nightmare seemed real.
I ran back to my home & saw my little boy. Apparently he was in the fields on the other side of the street chasing bunnies.
“bunnie” & “grandma crying” is what Briton recalls of the event.
I held him and told my mom I was going to black out. I was seeing stars, spinning and couldn’t catch my breathe.
Have you ever been so worried you get physically sick?
I never had, but I swear that’s the reason I’ve been experiencing the worse kind of “flu”. Every time a family member calls I start throwing up about it.
So thankful for a happy ending & that I can now talk/type without my nerves getting in the way.
In a “more” kinda world , it’s been a great reminder to stop & appreciate what I have “now”.