Then Monday I was looking through something in my office when I came across Emt's last journal where he had prayed for me, for strength to keep fighting, for healing and so many other things. The unexpected rush of emotions was a bit overwhelming. Quinn came in the room shortly thereafter, and after asking me what was wrong, he said, "Mom, just imagine a bird playing drums, that would be so silly!" And, in an attempt to make me laugh, he kept telling me to imagine different animals playing the drums. I have no idea where he picked up on that skill, but it was both funny and heart-breakingly sweet at the same time.
So we laughed together, and I spent some time thanking God for the gift of my son, who, like his father, is one of the very few people on earth that can make me laugh that kind of deep, soul cleansing laughter. Tonight I'm specifically praying for a house full of more sweet laughter.