Our baby is 11 today. I'm never sure how the years zoom by so quickly, but they do. I remember a little too clearly both the week before and after his birth. After is documented here, and before was just one of those nightmare weeks a few lucky pregnant women get to experience. I was in labor for 8 hours the Wednesday before the boy was born, and then labor stopped. He wasn't born until the following Monday. That was a good time, those 8 hours of contractions that produced nothing but tears.
But my boy is 11. There were a lot more tears following his birth than the week before produced, and probably just as many happy tears as sad ones. The boy brings every emotion known to man right to the surface, and has tossed our family into a roller coaster of awesomeness since Day 1. I do not say lightly that Micah is the single biggest blessing our family has had, and our other kids would agree with this. That boy. There are so many words, and yet so few. How does one describe Down syndrome? Or the affect it has on a family that loves someone with it?
You just can't, really. All we can do is tell the world how insanely proud of his accomplishments we are, and how very much we love him.