just the other day while at a coffee shop a sweet old lady mentioned miracles. she was sad that we don't have as many today as they did when Jesus walked the roads with His people. once again i got to tell the story i still hardly believe myself. i never want to forget the moment the doctors came in to talk to us. because we were expecting the worst we had the room cleared of everyone but daddy and me. when the doctors walked in with smiles on their faces, we were hopeful that the hole was smaller and that surgery could wait. instead they told us you were perfect. we were hopeful you'd only have to stay at the hospital for a few weeks instead of a few months. instead they told us you were perfect. we were hopeful that someday, through daily doses of medication, you'd get to run and play with your friends. instead they told us you were PERFECT.
well sir, i have to say i totally agree. you are practically perfect. no you are not an "easy" baby. no you aren't easy going. no you still don't sleep through the night. yes you still fight naps. yes you spit out your food in my face when whatever canned goodness you are eating doesn't satisfy your tastebuds. yes you get bored easily and cry loudly. but regardless, you are mine and you are PERFECT. by the way, you sit up like a pro. you also eat like a little man. you LOVE the remote control. you love your daddy. and your dogs. and being outside. oh and baths! and yes- still your blanky...
i love YOU and every one of your little quirks, my perfect miracle.
xoxo- mommy
