It's a good thing this boy can make me laugh because, if I'm honest, I've been a little down lately. All will be okay, I know this, but in the meantime I'm quite grateful for C's silly sense of humor.
Six Years
One glorious summer evening, near a beautiful lake, and in the company of a few close friends, we exchanged our wedding vows. We were full of hope and joy, picturing a future filled with happy wonder.
Six years have passed, and much of that time has been spent dealing with medical, developmental, and financial issues we never imagined. We haven't had a vacation. We haven't really had a break. And even tonight, our anniversary, we were unable to swing a babysitter and get out for a special dinner, just the two of us.
And yet…
As I sit here, six years later, I realize I wouldn't have it any other way. We have each other, and we have our little family. And despite all that's gone awry, each day is remarkable and beautiful, and I have no doubt the future will amaze us.
Happy Anniversary, Love.
Lining Up
Sometimes C's arrangements of objects are more elaborate, and sometimes they're simple, like these alternating flip-flops I found on the couch tonight.
Looking Up
A quick post: C is doing well. He's been talking a lot, communicating his feelings, asking for things, and connecting with us. We see the benefits of his therapy every day, and we're so grateful.
Just a Boy
I saw people looking at C today, but the glances were different. They weren't looking at a sickly child with a nasal cannula, just a little boy with big eyes and curly hair on a family outing. We removed C's oxygen tube so it wouldn't get wet during his first swim lessons.
We've been taking C out with no oxygen a lot lately, and he's doing well without it, even for prolonged periods. Normally, though, we coil his tube into a small backpack.
But not today. Today he was just a boy — a boy with some silly gestures, funny expressions, and quirky mannerisms, but a boy without an obvious illness. It felt odd, but it also felt great.