Post date: Oct 1, 2012 3:22:55 PM
9 years ago I was just learning the joy of being a mom. 9 years ago you were 1 day old.
And now you are 9.
8 years, of your life, have been spent outside of the walls of a hospital. 1 year of your life has been spent being poked and prodded.
8 years, of your life, have been spent living. 1 year of your life was spent with you just fighting to live.
None of those things that happened within the course of that year defined who you are as a person. Those experiences can, however, shape you and most importantly show you just how very strong you are.
You are not: Biliary Atresia
You are not: Liver function tests and lab values
You are not: Cholangitis (a fancy word that means liver infection)
You are not: The liver transplant
You are not: Transplant rejection
You are not: Bone Marrow Biopsies
You are not: 24 blood transfusions
You are not: Thrombosis (fancy word for blocked) of the Portal Vein
You are not: Cancer
You are: A miracle of God
You are: His miracles manifested in the physical
You are: Full of awesome
You are: Wise beyond your years
You are: Honest
You are: Loving
You are: A stinker
You are: Going to be taller than me
You are: 9
You bring: Such joy to me and your dad.