My little man. He’s three. Such a grown-up age. All the neurons are firing, too. We started with antibiotics, CPAPs, and feeding tubes. And now it’s spiderman slippers and McDonald’s “casha misters” (cash registers). We were in the NICU scared that we’d never get the latch correct. Today we were at Gattitown with lemonade and cake. It used to be a too-big snap-up jammie. Now it’s your Woody costume.
Thank you, Little One for all you’ve taught us and all the love you give. We are so blessed. You are so precious.
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Happy Birthday, Isaac!