I find myself watching Noah during the day. Anything he does, really watching him, memorizing his movements, his features, every little thing about him. My heart feels so full just looking at my son. I think to myself how I am a part of a miracle, a God given miracle. Noah just amazes me.
He has some crazy boy energy that I am in love with. This wildman that is running and climbing and hitting and laughing and climbing and falling and climbing..haha..he is mine. He is amazing! I love his energy. This child that has Trisomy 8. This child that came into the world and spent so much of his short life in the hospital. This child that loves so freely. This child who doctors told us was going to be a vegetable. Doctors who gave up, doctors who told us to let him die, who overcame so much, this child is AMAZING!
This crazy boy who makes us all laugh. He makes us grateful, happy and blessed. He slows our pace and makes us appreciate the little things, he keeps us from getting easily angered about dumb stuff. He has fought his whole life to be here. He has taught me how to see, how to feel, how to love. I can't believe he is mine. He has made us want to be better and do better.
So I watch him without him seeing me and I burst with pride and almost cry just watching him. How far he has come. I dont know what the future holds, but I know God has big plans for Noah and I am so grateful to be allowed along for the ride.
I can not wait until he has a brother to play with. My heart will surely just burst then.