Today is Liam’s 5th birthday.
I don’t have any words.
I have all the feels. I have a whole bunch of happy tears. I have more pride in my little fighter than I thought humanly possible.
My Big Boy.
My five year old son.
How the hell did that happen?
One year old today. We celebrated Liam’s first birthday today with an open-house style party where he got to meet many family members for the first time. It was a wonderful and emotional day. The three of us are drained and I regret that I don’t have more energy to write my big one year memories of his birth post. Its coming so consider yourself warned, but I’m far too tired for both the physical and mental act of writing it tonight. Save to say this. . .
Happy Birthday little man. I never knew the true meaning of pride until the night you were born, and every day since, I have grown more and more proud of you.