Dillon had his very first ever nightmare tonight. He woke up bawling his eyes out. I can't even express the pain in my heart for him.

I told him to get in my bed. I held him for a while before he said he needed to go wash his face.

He walks into the bathroom, shuts the doors and then turns on the light. My little selfless respectful young man.

Then then opens one door and says...
"Mom?"
"Yes babe?"
"Do you ever still think about Jimmy?"
Being caught off guard because I never bring up anything about him (outside this blog), I answer.
"Yes. Every day."
"Do you think, when I get older, I could have his ring that is sitting in your bathroom?"
"Yes son"
"Whatever happened to your ring?"
"He wanted it back."
"So you wanted his ring back?"
"No son, he took my ring and then gave his ring to my attorney that gave it to me."
"Oh." "He didn't want it?"
"I guess not."

Poor baby boy. His heart has been so broken. He deserves happiness.

I sure hope I'm fulfilling that.

And I pray that a man of honor walks into our lives. He needs Godly guidance from a genuine male role model. He deserves at least that. Because I want him to be one that doesn't just give up. I want him to be what God calls us to be! A true leader!