In the past few days it seems that a lot of my friends are posting pictures of their little three-year-olds blowing out their birthday candles. I get so near sighted, just taking it day by day with Cannon that I don't always remember the typical things an "almost three-year-old" would be doing. I have to admit, it's been a little hard for me not to get a bit down, or jealous even, that Cannon isn't going to be able to blow out candles in 5 weeks on his third birthday. I get a pit in my stomach when I realize that he won't be able to unwrap his presents or tell me what cartoon character he loves the most so I can plan a themed party at his request. Then I look on Facebook and see that another sweet Menkes boy has earned his angel wings and gone to heaven. I look into Cannon's beautiful blue eyes and the pit in my stomach grows into a swelling in my heart. A swelling of gratitude that I am blessed to have my little boy in my arms for another day. It hurts to hear that these precious boys are going one by one to heaven. Instead of focusing on the lack of sleep I had last night, or the night before, I am going to climb back in bed and snuggle with my almost three-year-old and be thankful that I get the blessing of having a little one that loves to cuddle all day long.
