Wyatt's 5th birthday

I often scoop up my son and hold him like a baby. I know deep down he hates it because he desperately wants to be a big boy, a super hero!

I do it anyways and follow with the words of " but please let me hold you, one more time, since I didn't get to when you were a baby". He giggles.

Wyatt's story is the true meaning of his name. Little warrior! He fought hard to survive in the first year or more of his life. I estimate this photo of him to be approximately 5 months old.  

Yes, I know it's hard to look at. So sick and frail. This precious child sat in a hospital for a year and a half until they corrected a hernia that was leaning on his lungs. Thankfully his parents whom I guess had left him to get the medical attention he desperately needed to live, didn't wait much longer. The surgery was a success. 

In the months and years that past I assume he still fought to catch up and recover. If it weren't for the few caring nannies that I am so thankful for he would not be where he is today. 

I know there were days and nights, weeks and months that God whispered in my heart to adopt again. Lots of doubts, fears, anxiety, financial worries and what if's!!! It is with no regret that i chose to follow Gods plan for me.

Today ( estimated, we are not sure of his exact date of birth) we celebrate the life his birth parents chose for this animated little man. He is everything I could ask for in a son. So bright, funny and ornery:) 

All boy!