It's hard to find your happy some days. Especially when you're 8 years old and attached to an IV in a hospital that is far away from your home and your family. My nephew says "I hate it here," and I for one can't blame him. He's been in the hospital since March with only two tiny breaks in between of real life.

 And yet this is reality.

 Ashton is fighting Leukemia.

 Most days he has a smile on his face and his personality is so warm and funny that the nurses can't help falling just a little bit more in love with him each day. Proof of this can be seen on a daily basis. When Ashton calls for a nurse it's usually more than one that comes running. And they never leave right away either... Instead they pull up a chair alongside his bed and laugh as he decides who he feels like "firing" for the day.

I spend my weekends at the hospital... I come up on Friday nights after work and leave late on Sunday afternoon in order to give my sister a chance to do what she needs to do at home. Ashton and I watch movies, play video games, sing silly songs and sometimes make Mr. Potato heads that bear a strange resemblance to my father.

Ashton has two different types of Leukemia:

 JMML (Juvenile Myelomonoctic Leukemia) and AML (Acute Myeloid Leukemia)

Somewhere along the way I stopped reading the definitions and the prognosis.  The big words didn't scare me but the tone of implied hopelessness did.  Instead we take it day by day.  The good, the bad and the sometimes ugly...

And each night I send words of prayer into the night... Blessings for healing, blessings for hope and blessings for a miracle to come our Ashton's way.