My baby is seven today. My littlest miracle.
I still cannot talk about this day seven years ago without a lump in my throat. I cannot imagine my life without him. And I cannot imagine what he would have been like had he been full-term. Joe and I talk about it sometimes. And we both agree that maybe if he was full term he would be a different kid. He is so funny and so literal. And his memory is unimaginable. His excitement and shyness when he grabs his glasses. His gallop. His laugh (even the fake one) is my most favorite sound. I just can't begin to understand how he would be if he acted and talked like everyone else. He's just so perfect the way he is.
February 17, 2003-- during the biggest snow storm I had seen in Ohio, my tiny baby Noah was born. And behind that big, dark NICU cloud is still the same joy every parent feels... the eternal gratitude that this unique, lovely being was brought to me.
Happy birthday sweet Noah. Momma loves you.
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Happy Birthday, Noah! What a sweet, precious gift you are!
Love you guys!
Kristy
Happy Birthday to NOAH!!!!!
I remember that night oh so well too, Nicole. We have had an awful lot of snow this February here in Ohio, 20 plus inches, and people say it never snows this much in February and I always say that it did 7 years ago. It doesn't seem like seven years have passed - until I look at Noah and see what a big boy he is now. And what a joy. Happy Happy Birthday Noah!!! We love you so much!!
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