January 4

I knew this would happen! It's taken me less than a week to fall behind! Oh well. It's just me, I guess.

Anyway, this is Brady (and his much-relished Red Vine).

He turned two in December. And in a lot of ways, he saved my life.

I was 21 weeks pregnant with him when Logan was diagnosed with cancer just a tick after turning 4. There I was, enmeshed in what could very accurately be termed a nightmare. I could've allowed my circumstances to own me. I could've become hopelessly, irrevocably depressed. I could've given up.

But I knew I had to keep living for that tiny little guy growing in my womb.

So yeah, you could say that I see an awful lot of God in those hazel eyes and wild blonde hair.