Like most parents, today the Big He and I look back at where we were on this day 15 years ago. That’s because today is our son’s birthday. We celebrate every year with gusto because we came so close to not having a happy outcome. Most know the story so I won’t bore you with the details…okay maybe a few. Our boy came into this world 16 weeks early. He weighed 1 pound 13 ounces. He had 2 surgeries within the first 3 days of life and was in the St. David’s NICU, ATX for 104 days. We were told in the early days that he would most likely not make it and if he did there would be deficits due to his early arrival. He made it. He has thrived. When people ask me how can I have so much faith after all the things we have been through, I can’t see how you couldn’t. Our son is here despite all the reasons he should not be here. Not only is he our rainbow baby, he is our miracle baby.
He continues to amaze us. He is growing into a loving, compassionate, empathetic young man. Oh don’t get me wrong, he is still all teenage boy with the hormones and attitude and smart @$$ mouth but deep down under the stink and unsettling amount of hair that grows on his face, he is an amazing kid. The Big He and I are very proud of who he is becoming. He is someone that does not worry about what other’s think about him. He want’s to always help his friends and has a hug waiting for me or his dad if we have had a bad day. He could care less about social media (we force him to post a few Instagram pictures). He does march to the beat of his own drum, which is usually playing some sort of country music from Kevin Fowler to Johnny Cash.
Happy Birthday Baby Boy, We love you more!
All my love,