The first year of your life was pretty tough on all of us. Your dad and I worried so much and spent many days wishing you were a little bit older. But your second year brought relief from our anxiety (and your pain) and one wonderful surprise after another.
The past 12 months have probably been pretty stunning to you as well. First you had cochlear implant surgery, then you started to recognize sounds, and in no time you knew the sounds of our voices calling your name, saying we loved you, and telling you to stop pulling the cat’s tail.
That’s not all! After a year of discomfort and insomnia, we finally managed to get your acid reflux under control to a point where you mostly felt comfortable, like a little guy your size should. I still watch (with a hawk’s eye) every food item that comes your way, but I know the days of screaming jags and apnea are behind us.
You’ve also learned to walk and use sign language. The fact that we can’t recognize half of your signs does not deter your busy hands. Nothing is as charming as you signing the word “tree!” And the walking has certainly been a high point for all who know and love you. Walking has made you so happy and proud, and your enthusiasm has been contagious.
And to top it all off, we’ve had a banner year in terms of expanding our community, both in our daily lives and via your blog. The unwavering love and support we’ve felt from family and friends has made this year (and years past) feel like such a blessed one.
We love you sweet boy. Happy Birthday.
Momma & Daddy