My boy turned FIVE on Sunday. I thought it was pretty special for a little miracle boy to have a birthday on Easter. It was a great day to rejoice because he and He are alive. My cup runneth over.
In true Shannon fashion I have a birthday blog post in my head but have not found the time to sit and put it on "paper." Eventually it will come. It's one of my New Year's resolutions that I haven't started yet.
I realized this morning though, as I looked at the date in the top corner of my devotion, that today is April 24. Forever that will be a date full of emotion because today, five years ago, when our sweet boy was four days old, we got to hold him in our arms for the very first time. It was only for a few short minutes, but those minutes carried us through a whole lot of really long days afterward.
I think these photos will bring me to tears for the rest of my life. It's hard when you can't hold your baby, but oh how thankful I am to still be able to hold this baby. Five uncertain years later and I still get to hold him.
Thank you Jesus, You, and he, are ALIVE!