His entire little life has been filled with therapy appointments and overcoming obstacles.
His childhood isn’t how I pictured it would be.
There have been many tears and frustrations.
There have been more questions than answers.
I’ve lost my patience more times than I care to admit.
Life is just downright hard some days, but I hope those aren’t the days he remembers most.
I hope he always remembers that I jumped at the trampoline park with him.
That I drew mustaches.
That I had water gun fights in my good clothes.
I hope he remembers that I tried to say YES more than NO.
That I would go to the ends of the earth for him.
That even on his hardest days, I loved him fiercely!
I hope he remembers his childhood fondly.
I hope when he thinks back on these days they bring a smile to his face.
I pray his memories are filled with happiness and fun and a whole lotta love.
Not just a lot of hard stuff!