So, I might have gotten all teary-eyed when Elijah spotted me from across the room in the lobby of therapy this morning (quite the feat for a kiddo who tends to look down most of the time). He walked to me smiling and laughing and planted a big ol' kisson my face. Kissing is kind of a new development; he's done it before, but his old kisses were a lot more scary as they were actually bites. His kisses these days include a big open mouth and teeth (without biting) and slobber and ...sometimes they almost turn this mommy into a crying mess.
And, yes, I know it's been awhile. We're busy and tired (I like to sleep, but our son does not). And busy. You get the picture.
This is a story of overcoming the odds, putting trust in God, and the miracle of prayer. Our son, Elijah, was born in August of 2007. As a result of the oxygen deprivation that occured during his birth he spent his first three (agonizing) weeks in the hospital. When he was seven days old, we were told that Elijah had "severe brain damage" on both sides of his brain. At that moment we entered Elijahland and we've been here ever since. We're learning to live with the diagnoses Elijah has started to accumulate, but mostly we're grateful that God chose us to be his parents. It is truly a privilege to live in Elijahland with our handsome boy. Thanks for visiting.