Happy Birthday Titus

Titus is 2!

My little miracle is 2.

Like most of our family birthdays, we kept it very simple and low-key - pizza, movie, and ice cream (since Titus can't eat cake). And, he wasn't too sure about the few bites of ice cream tonight, but he was smacking his lips.

I just put him to bed and I can hear him in there laughing and squealing. Our nurse says he is playing with the angels. His little hands are up in the air - and he's reaching for his toys. When I bend down to kiss him goodnight and those hands will reach out and touch my face. He runs his hands all over my face and smiles. He knows who I am, He knows his father.

In the last few months, he is really using his hands more and more to explore his environment. I can always tell if he is at peace if his hands are relaxed and not clenched. He has made great strides in therapy - they are even putting him in a walker and he is pushing himself across the room with his feet. He responds - and that is what is so encouraging to us. He even shows a little attitude every now and then.

Dear Titus - you inspire me. You have taken me to highs and lows I never knew. You have taught me a depth to a father's love. I have had to learn to hold on so tight and to also let you go into the arms of a doctor more times than anyone should have to go. Your smile lights up my day. Your laugh always makes me smile. I love you so much. Your mother loves you so much. Your brothers will tell you they love you more! I am so glad you are my son.