It has been pointed out to me that I had better recognize this 19th birthday or else!
****Really, we were just joking around about putting his birthday on here. He knows I love him.
This is my special boy and they have been 19 wonderful years...literally, years full of wonder, watching a fascinating person evolve from a red headed baby with bright blue eyes.
His early years were a harrowing struggle for him and for us, as he had asthma so bad life was a constant terror. (Not much different with either girl. They all have asthma and common colds still cause uncommon and sometimes dangerous problems.)
He barely grew at all until he went on a nebulizer program at 2. Holidays in hospital cafeterias were the norm for me. He, or sometimes Becky, was upstairs in croup cribs, which looked like cages for zoo lions. Many were the nights I somehow crawled inside those cage/cribs and spent the night cuddling and listening to my little ones struggling for breath and praying my heart out.
Thank God for a great pediatrician, the right specialists and the simple act of growing bigger lungs so they could breath. Thank God for great kids who make every day an adventure. They mean the world to me. Happy birthday kiddo, many happy returns.