A Lit Candle

I have a story to share that my mom told to me.

Every night in Heaven God gathers his baby angels. Before he tucks them in, they join together and walk, and sing, holding their lighted candles. Every night, there is one little boy whose candle is never lit. So one evening another little boy runs over to him and offers to light his candle for him. The first little boy replies, "It's no use. My mom's tears always put it out."

I don't want Grey to be that little boy. I would hate to think that he could not celebrate his beautiful life because I have dampened it.