When you have kids you find yourself swelling with pride...and often.
Little things can set me off on a proud moment. Watching my 3 yr. old wash her hands without being asked. Witnessing a moment of sweetness between siblings. Hearing our oldest read to his siblings. It doesn't take much really.......but then a MAJOR hurdle presents itself and you realize that the little one you nursed in your arms just 5 short years ago....he is able to climb MOUNTAINS!
Inspite of having our Physical Therapy appointment cancelled yesterday.....(our PT guy called an hour before our appointment to say that he was booking up for the day...and he'd see us on Wednesday.
I might have growled at him....just a little)
Merrick is walking around like crazy.
The best thing is we won't be going back to THIS anytime soon:
Especially since this is what he looked like for most of Sunday. Determined to 'run' with his friends. You can see the concentration on his face as he hobbles. Shuffle, shuffle, swing that leg.....
But he did it....and he slept like a baby that night.
By the grace of God we have heard the last of 'tumors'....and
we look forward to many more of these:
Cheers to our brave, strong boy.
Let's take it one step at a time!