Thank Heaven for Little Boys...

Eric turned 7 yesterday. It always seems like time goes by so fast. When they are first born you are hardly waiting for them to grow up and walk, talk and all of those other firsts - then pretty soon you are wishing that they wouldn't grow up so fast.

Eric's Birthday always brings me back to thoughts and memories of his first month. I remember being so terrified when the doctor said to us that he was flying Eric to Children's hospital. I can remember going home to pack and throwing things in a suitcase not even sure what I packed. The 4 hour drive the Minneapolis seemed to take forever. I can remember the smells and sounds of the NICU and the waiting room and watching them wheel my baby away for surgery and feeling totally helpless.

My mom always told me that God does not give you anything that you can't handle. She certainly was right. Even though I would not wish a sick baby on anyone I am so glad that we got to experience that exact thing. I know we can handle anything that comes our way.

And now, seven years later we have a healthy, active little man who seems to have a very old caring soul. Last night as we were laying in bed, Eric asked me again to tell him the story about the hospital. After I finished the story he looked at me and said that he was my miracle. Who knew a little boy could be so wise.

Happy Birthday Eric, my little miracle man!!