Perspective

I checked out Facebook this morning, like I do every other morning. This time though, I was slapped in the face with the fact that I am so blessed.

My Tiny Man is a very busy, rambunctious handful of little boy. I find that by the end of some days I am ready for My Dear Nathan to come home and tag him in to take care of Tiny Man. His sisters, more often than not, find him to be a pain in the ass. He doesn't listen to them, he hits, he screams, he always wants to play with what they have. He is 2. If anyone is volunteering to watch the kids they all happily take the girls but kind of cringe when Tiny Man is included in the mix. They don't see the sweet little boy that I do. They see trouble in a diaper.

Today I am looking at him through different eyes. A girlfriend from high school has a little boy around the same age as Tiny Man. They will find out today what type of Leukemia he has. Today I look at my son through eyes that are so thankful that I have him and that he is healthy. Today I will hug him that much harder.