Someone is missing my hair...

My sweet baby - Cohen (the same evening mentioned below)

One story I have to share while we were on spring break made me all emotional and teary eyed (still does while typing this out).  While Cohen is the youngest of our two boys, he is an old soul, filled with love, orneriness and deep rooted kindness.  Anyway...one evening I wore a dress and my wig out to dinner (both of which I rarely do).  When Cohen saw me, he got the most precious smile on his face....he just lit up the room smiling from ear to ear.  I could tell instantly what he was missing and what he longed for....my hair.  Still smiling, he started gently touching my hair and said "you look beautiful mama".  He repeated it several times throughout our evening.  What a sweetheart.  Absolutely precious.

With cancer comes a lot of insecurities, especially when you have been bald for nearly a year.  I am guilty of feeling "ugly" at weak moments during this battle, but then this little guy comes along with a simple gesture and a smile that warms your heart....and makes you feel beyond special and beautiful.  I don't know many four year olds that can grin from ear to ear (knowing why they are smiling so big and what they are missing so much) and then say four little words "you look beautiful, mama"...it melted my heart and made my day brighter.

He is one beautiful soul and I cherish him (and his brother) every single day.