Perspective

Sometimes all it takes is a little perspective.

Brenna slept horribly last night. She was up WAY more than she's ever been in a night during her 8.5 months of life. We were all sick. She was crying, and I was grumpy.

Tonight's bedtime started out the same. She would fall asleep fine as I carried her to bed - but woke up and wanted to crawl and stand in her crib. She can't breathe well out of her nose, which makes sucking on her paci difficult as well. She finally fell asleep, but I don't have high hopes for the rest of the night.

But, when I came down here to do some school work on the computer, I ended up on a blog I read every now and then about a little 2 year old with cancer. He died last week and his dad was writing a heartfelt letter about all their emotions right now.

I have a happy, healthy, growing baby girl and I am irritated that she just wants to be held in the middle of the night. Oh, what I'm sure those parents would give to just hold their baby one more time. So, for tonight, I will hold my baby tight and thank God that she's cancer-free. And I will do my best to remember to not take this time for granted.