Every day this child gives me a run for my money. Every day I wonder what the heck I'm doing as a parent. Every day I think, "I know not what I'm doing . . . or am suppose to be doing for that matter." You'd think you'd have some sort of confidence as a mother the second time around. Yea, I feel more inadequate for this job every day that goes by. 

Cason gets stuck in places that Cannon has never even contemplated going. 

He finds joy in everything. He thinks sleep (in long, uninterrupted stretches) is for the birds. He plays so contentedly by himself, laughing all the while. And I pray for enough grace for the hugs I will need to give today.