Four years ago today you were born. You were 1 lb 12 ounces and 14 inches long. The NICU nurses gave you the nickname Chicken Little.
I remember you were so small your diaper was barely bigger then a post-it. I remember you were so small that your hand was the same size as your dad's thumb. I remember the first day that I got to hold you longer then 30 seconds. I remember the day we brought you home. I remember the day you took your first steps. I remember the day first day you said Mommy and the first day you said Daddy.
A good friend once told me that a child's personality starts when they are born. I didn't believe her at first, but she was right. You came into this world on your own terms. And each day I'm reminded how strong you are and how far you've come.
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!
