Wednesday, April 20, 2016


When he was only weeks old, and so sick, with no diagnosis, and with such grim prognoses, I have this vivid memory of sitting down and completely falling apart, telling my friend between the tears that I just wanted to know how long I had with him...if it was months, or if it was years.

I am so thankful the answer was YEARS.

These past few months have brought some of our worst fears to life again, and it's been anything but easy navigating through it all. But what a gift this little roller coaster of a boy is. Every day he is alive is a gift.

Beyond thankful for the days that turned into weeks, the weeks that turned into months, and the months that turned into years.