Today one of my childhood best friends gave birth to her little girl. Almost 7 months to the day that Wyatt was born - tomorrow he will officially be 7 months old. I don't know why, but seeing pictures of my friend in the hospital makes me nostalgic about when we went to the hospital to have Wyatt. It's funny how my mind has glazed over the hard parts and I just remember all the excitement, awe, and adrenaline! Well, that's not entirely true - if I think about it long enough I do remember how awful the back labor was! It's really such a neat experience though - the progression of labor, and the anticipation of the moment of meeting your baby. I remember holding Wyatt for the first time, and it seemed so surreal that this is MY baby. He was so tiny!
Anyway, I was just reading some other blogs, and I found out that some other friends of our family had to let go of their little boy who was fighting for his life. I can't even imagine how they are hurting. We are so blessed to have Wyatt - he has a runny nose, cough, and he's crabby, but he is growing and healthy. I don't ever want to take that for granted, and I want to cherish all the time I have with him.
Anyway, I was just reading some other blogs, and I found out that some other friends of our family had to let go of their little boy who was fighting for his life. I can't even imagine how they are hurting. We are so blessed to have Wyatt - he has a runny nose, cough, and he's crabby, but he is growing and healthy. I don't ever want to take that for granted, and I want to cherish all the time I have with him.
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amen.
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