This little guy right here is my son. He’s my personal three year old hero.
He came to my life five weeks early. He spent the first days that he should have been with me in a little NICU bed, attached to monitors, oxygen, and feeding tubes. From the beginning, he’s been my little fighter. From diagnoses to diagnoses, he’s continued to be like any little boy.
Our last month has been a whirlwind. From spending sleepless nights in the hospital, to nights at home wondering if we should be back in the hospital. He’s filled us with experiences that both brought us heartache but filled us with more faith than we’ve ever had.
Through it all, he continues to teach us lessons about how simple it is to be a little boy. Not a care in the world. Only the simple desire to be a superhero. To fly. To be invincible. I want to be like him when I grow up. 😉