I have not seen my son in 11 days. An eternity that is heartbreaking. I miss him like I would miss a limb. Nothing could have kept me from him, short of the gravity of the family emergency we just experienced. As I count down the minutes until I can hold the weight of him, and breathe in his bright blond curls, I am so incredibly thankful to be going home with the weight lifted of a tragedy avoided. While away, a life fully lived was taken, and another life unfinished was spared, and the universe continues on, in a beautiful and mysterious balance. And now I am beyond thankful to be going home to the little man that calls me Mama.