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.
Before another candle is added.