How is it possible that my baby is TEN?!?!? Ten years ago, we were traveling to the NICU every two hours to nurse him and hold him during the longest week of my life. Now he is building scenes from books out of Legos, and learning that writing has it’s advantages.
This year, when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he responded immediately with, “Breakfast in bed!” Then added, “and I want Bethy and Donald to be here!” Both of those wishes happened, and his aunt Bethy even made him vegan bacun.
