day 24. sweet thangs.

Tate went to preschool.

Crew, Macy and I went to speech therapy.

{then the 3 of us went to Target}

On the way to target, I had a cd on.

It is generally "sunday music" , but after the day I had yesterday, I needed some uplifting.

 When the song, "Praise to the Man" came on, Crew started singing and screaming.

"I know this song! I love this song! It's my favorite!!!!"

We turned it up.

{i have no shame bumpin' church music}

and sang at the top of our lungs.

We got to Target and went inside.

Crew decided to ride on the bottom of the cart...on his stomach.

{and use his hands to "swim" our cart through the store}

{i did not choose this battle. He won without a fight}

{the music inspiration had done its job}

During a really fast "swim" down the aisle, his hand got a little overjoyed and moved in front of the cart wheel.

{and we ran his pointer over}

His finger turned purple, began bleeding, the skin flapping off, and the nail dangling for dear life.

{it was grody}

 So I saunter to customer service and request a bandaid.

{trying to remain calm, so crew doesn't scream any louder}

{if that was possible}

The clerk takes one look at his grusome finger and freaks.

I remain cool and collected.

{i get "buisness mode" from my mom}

Clerk stares at me.

{long pause}

{and then retreats to get a bandage}

{Crew is now screaming bloody murder}

{as would I, if my finger looked like that}

band-aid arrives.

We walk away from customer service

{and clerk}

I lean to my boy and say, "what can I do to help you feel better buddy?"

"I need my song. #4. My favorite"

He was talking about "Praise to the Man"

I walked my kiddos to the car, turned on the radio

{which was turned up LOUD}

and Crew stopped crying.

{for the remainder of the day}

He felt the peace and power of that song.

His little spirit knows it is true.

Tender mercy.

{not a small one either}