My life.

I'm not even gonna lie, I had planned on going straight back to bed this morning after I fed Brantley his breakfast. I had been lying there awake since before Jake's alarm even thought about going off at 5:30 because I can't sleep when I'm in pain... who can? I was praying that Brantley would sleep in til at least 8 so I could just lay there and get some rest, but he didn't. He woke up at about 7:20 and I laid there not wanting to get up. It's never easy getting out of bed, having lupus makes you just want to give up sometimes (and it's been like this for about two months now.) I'm not good with pain, but as soon as I walk into his room and he starts to smile at me, I instantly forget about everything. He is like a medicine. He is my little inspiration and my motivation and he makes me feel so strong. He reminds me that I need to keep going just by 'goo'ing or squealing or smiling. He is my purpose and I just felt like sharing. I could never say it enough, I love you Jacob Brantley Hardy.