Last night, I caught Justin in the tub with Gizmo, the cat, perched on the side patiently withstanding water being dribbled onto his head. His fur was wet and spiky-looking. Justin had been at this for a while.

“I’m giving him a mohawk, Mom!” Justin was smiling so huge, and the scene was so ridiculous. I had to crack up. It was such a typical, funny, little boy thing to do.

In these moments, I am reminded that, although we are going through some kind of layer of hell, and today he will be tortured and pumped full of poison, he is currently still full of life and mischief and possibilities.

I thank you, Lord, with all my heart;
I sing praise to you before the gods.
I face your holy Temple, bow down, and praise your name because of your constant love and faithfulness, because you have shown that your name and your commands are supreme. You answered me when I called to you; with your strength you strengthened me. Psalm 138:1-3