Today my friends received some unfortunate news about their son's health. It was very heartbreaking to know this little boy, who's not even three years old yet, will have to endure a painful surgery when he should be living his life as a carefree little guy, playing outside in the snow with his friends.
The whole situation just isn't fair.
When I find myself whining or complaining about the difficulties in my life, especially those attributed to my daughter, I stop and tell myself that I am lucky. There is always someone out there experiencing something more painful or heartbreaking.
Not to diminish my own trials, but when people whom you adore are going through things that you have no way of comprehending, it is very humbling. And I paused today as I thought about the physical blessings that my family and I are blessed with.
Good luck, buddy! We're here for you!