Today was my precious Landen's birthday. He would have been twelve years old. I just can't imagine!
For you who are new to my blog, this is my great grandson whom we lost to cancer at the age of four years old.
One of the many times he was losing his hair, he decided he wanted a Mohawk. So, we sit him up on the bathroom sink and cut him a Mohawk. He thought it was so cool.
Then, he decided Poppy needed one also. So, we loaded Pop's hair up with gel and Landen combed it into a kinda Mohawk.
He loved Superman and Batman and was seen many times roaming the halls with a cape on.
He loved tacos! The sweet people at Taco Bueno said anytime he wanted one, just call and they would have them ready for him - even at eight o'clock in the morning.
This precious little one was such an inspiration to so many in the fifteen months he fought this horrible disease. Never complained about anything.
What a blessing this little angel was to us!
Happy Birthday Landen!