Two looks good on you

Thursday~July 16th, 2009

Yesterday we made another trip to the doctor. Boy, you've spent a lot of the last two years in that place. This time, we were checking for a broken nose. You fall so much, child. I'm pretty sure the doctor is starting to wonder about us. So you'll have an x-ray on Monday because it's likely there's a fracture in there. You poor thing. For your birthday? A broken nose?

But you know what? You're just so happy and strong, you don't seem to mind a bit. The doctors and nurses love seeing you. They say there's just something special about your happiness. They can't believe how calm and peaceful you seem. They poke and prod and you quietly sit with me. They push on your shunt and feel all around your head and you kick your feet and snuggle me.

You're such a busy little guy, always climbing and exploring. (Hence, the possible broken nose.) You love gum, being outside, mud, music, Wall-E, and most of all, people. You grin and hop and run to visitors. You are joyful, kind, and so good to have around.

You were born around this time two years ago today. I type that with a lump in my throat that I can't fight because I love you, and I'm so glad we got to keep you. Asher, your life has not been a bowl of cherries. And yet, in many ways you seem undaunted. I think you're probably wiser than I will ever be. From the start, things have just been hard for you. We've felt helpless and scared, and we've wanted health and life free of pain for you. That's not possible, I suppose. But I'm more thankful than words can say today, on your 2nd birthday, that you've finally hit your longest stride of smooth sailing.

Well, aside from that whole broken nose thing.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy. I love you.

(If you'd like to learn more about Asher's condition, hydrocephalus, you can click on The Noggin under Browse by Category in the sidebar.)