Sometimes he knows the right thing to do.

I stupidly was reading a blog about a woman who suffered multiple miscarriages.
Yeah I know, cheery reading for a Friday morning.
I may have got a little bit teary.
Yeah okay, sobbing.
Really, why do I push that bruise so often???
Then the fabulous, gorgeous, wonderful creature I have for a son came up and gave me a kiss and a hug and managed to smear some peanut butter on my glasses.

The world ain't such a bad place anymore.