This year on July 22, we spent the day alone with our son. Our miracle baby. We played with toys, watched cartoons, and even had a visit from the tickle monster. I sat in awe of my son, who smiles and laughs more than most healthy children. He has brown hair and hazel brown eyes. He has my chin and his daddy's dimples. He can sit on his own. He can stand with assistance. He can kneel to play with toys. He has two bottom teeth. His favorite cartoon is Mickey Mouse.
He's spent 50+ days in the hospital and I cannot count how many times he's been stuck with needles. He takes medicine every morning and every night and will for the rest of his life. He needs a hero to give him a kidney. But most importantly, he is ALIVE.
So much has happened in the last year, but we count our blessings each and every day. We have a very long road ahead of us, but Parker is a fighter.