It makes me sad to think Wade is one already but happy at the same time. We kept him alive for a whole year! What an accomplishment as a parent. There were some days where Kyle and I just looked at each other in disbelief that all of this was happening, praying someone would take care of us again especially when Wade was sick and we caught the same bug. But through it all, we survived. And now we have a wonderfully spunky little boy that has 8 teeth, walks around, explores, learns, says dadda and mama and smiles continuously.
I love him more than anything and already gave my husband permission to save Wade's life over mine any day of the week. I have dreams for this little boy to be a great man of God, sharing his word and inviting friends to know Jesus. I dream of Wade playing to trombone or being on the swim team with long arms and strong shoulders. We want him to go to School of Mines to be an Engineer, probably electrical knowing his fascination with cords. BUT whatever he decides to do will be great and I will be there to cheer him on no matter what.
Happy Golden Birthday Wade!
