Happy Birthday, Ian

13 years ago today, after 19 hours of painfully convincing him his lease in the womb was up, I gave birth to the tiniest human being I had ever seen in my life. Initially weighing in at 4#11oz, he dropped to 3#9oz before he started gaining weight. Born with tracheomalacia, and then RSV at 4 months, he had a pretty rocky start. I look at him today and think about determination and miracles and how very, very lucky we are. Happy birthday, Precious Boy Child of Mine. Although I don't often say it, and you know I'm not the demonstrative type, I love you more than words can possibly express. Keep beating the odds.