Sick Serenity

My son has a cold. Runny nose, red eyes, drooling everywhere. He's in good spirits, but at 10 last night he woke up all stuffed up, eyes puffy slits, nuzzling into my shoulder. Even with the lights out, I could see his face alternate between expressions of pain, as if he was being pinched - to calm and complete relaxation.

In this moment, at such peace, rocking slowly back and forth in my chair, Daniel Lanois and Emmylou Harris' song "I Love You" floated into my head. Hypnotic swells of intensity and feeling washed away any conceived beliefs of what was important and replaced them with nothing - and everything. A moment of pure clarity.