With every birthday, I watch them grow, stacking up their
days into taller piles of milestones and memories, mistakes and miracles.
With every candle added, I see their light shine brighter
and only hope that I can find ways to feed the flame that makes them special,
that makes them feel special.
Among the sprinkles and tissue paper, I see their joy, their
innocence, their genuine gratefulness for this life. For every day.
And I
learn.
The blessing of these blessings, growing with each and every
year.
I close my eyes and wish that in the midst of the crazy and the confusing, I
remember to treasure it -- all of it -- now.
Today.
Before another candle is added.
