Everyone Has a Story

Someday I will tell him about the day he was born.

His entrance into this world a traumatic one. A c-section gone wrong, ending in hypovolemic shock.

Tubes and wires and monitors and IV's in little veins so small.

His birthdays are celebrated a little louder...

a little more joyously...

a few tears are shed as I remember his birth day and think of how it could have turned out.

Dinner was chocolate chip pancake people, because that's what picky eaters like.

Dessert (of course) was homemade chocolate cupcakes with homemade chocolate frosting. A plate of six, all for him.
Yes, the rest of us had some too.

He was in heaven.

Happy Birthday sweet Camden. I hope all of your wishes come true.