My son turned 2 last Saturday.
It was a big deal....huge. Two years ago, our lives looked something like this.
A diagnosis. Surgical procedures. Hospital days. Specialists. Tests. Chicago.
Two years ago, it all was a hard pill to swallow.
But I'm not writing to dwell on the past.
Though developmentally behind, my son never stops amazing me. He's smart. He picks up things quick. For example, he picked up the sign for please and no one really taught him it.
Just now, Katy Perry's "Roar" was playing...he "roared" (something he just started doing). Amazing.
He had surgery to correct his eyes from crossing at the beginning of October. To be honest, I was sad to loose my innocent, cross eyed baby. But seeing the strides he has been making in just 3 weeks have been awe inspiring. I mean, the kid is eating with a fork (most of the time, he still thinks his hands are faster ;) ).
He's so curious now. Probably because he can see better. I'm so excited for what his future holds.
This little ramble was not how I thought it out in my head, but it will do.
Late-errrrr
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