This will be his last year in the single digits. Today Cody, my first born son, turns nine. As my long time readers know, Cody was born premature – a 26 weeker. He weighed 2 pounds 1.5 ounces. I consider it an honor to be his mom and I cannot tell you how much he means to me, how much he has changed my life, has shaped me and bettered me as a person.
I wrote this on his birthday the first year I started blogging. I reread it a couple times a year – his birthday being one of those times. I have reblogged it each year and will continue to do so.
It tells a story of one day.
It is a small story but a very large part of how I am where I am and how I have become me.
I hope you take the time to read it – even if you may have read it once (or twice) before.
Happy Birthday my sweet, compassionate, wonderful miracle of a boy.