2 years

So I'm a little behind on the play days.  Yesterday we were supposed to make playdough, but it was a busy day, so we'll get to that this week.

Anyways, yesterday was a pretty big day around these parts.

Yesterday was November 5th.

2 years ago Colby came home from the hospital.

Ventilators.  CPAPs.  Cannulas.  Monitors.  Blood transfusions.  IVs.  Antibiotics.  Blood gas readings.  Metabolic Acidosis.  PDA.  PFO.  Apnea.  Bradychardia.  Feeding tubes.  Incubators.  Isolettes.  O2 Saturation.  Heel pricks.  

They all didn't matter anymore.

 Because Colby was home.

healthy.  happy.  

alive.

Some days I think that this milestone is bigger than his birthday.



2 years home called for a celebration, don't you think?

though i tend to think every day is a celebration

So while Colby was out with Daddy, I ran out and picked up a balloon, blocks, and a game.



Because I would do anything to make him smile.

And his "oh, wow, mama!" when he saw the balloon could melt my heart.

And I was reminded again why I love to be a Mama.

Why I'm so lucky to have him.

And why my heart aches for what's lost.

Because two miracles were born in July.

But I'm only lucky enough to cuddle one.

To celebrate with one.

To hug one.

To have one call me Mama.

Though I love two.