This is what Owen looked like the first time we saw him after his open heart surgery. He was just a little bit less then two months old. Lived his little life in the NICU and only been in his mommas arms four times. This image has been burned in my mind ever since. This is the moment when "keeping him here" became incredibly real for me. If he can survive this, nothing else matters as long as he is here, here with me. If he learns to walk and talk, that's awesome. If he gets to go to school to learn to read and do math, great. None of that matters if he's not here. So while my mom promised him a trip to Disney world. I promised him I'd keep him here, here with me.
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