I think back today, which is Little Buddy's eighth birthday, to one of my low points when I had cancer and was undergoing chemo.
I remember telling my minister that I was not afraid to die; but that my biggest regret would be not getting to see my grandchildren grow up.
He looked at me and said,  "One of two things is going to happen; either you will get through this and survive, or you won't.  If you don't survive,  then you'll just watch them grow up from Heaven."
When we had that talk, Taylor was seven, Bailey was three, and Little Buddy was still just a gleam in her Daddy's eye.  It was two more years before she was born.
And in many ways, she has given me the most joyl   I love them all, but she and I enjoy a special closeness because I kept her for three years.
Today, we'll have a family party; then she will have her party with her friends next week.