It's hard to believe, but as of yesterday our little man is three and a half.
I know most parents can probably relate to this how is my kid getting so old...how did this large child once fit in my (or someone else's) belly? feeling. I still try to pick Elijah up and snuggle him and he usually doesn't want to have any of it. He's a big kid and he's got no time to snuggle. Truthfully, it's been that way for a looooong time.
He tolerates me well
Oh, sigh. Parenthood is just so bittersweet. Mostly sweet.
(And in case you're wondering, the little man broke his glasses. We need to get him new ones.)
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.