I arrived home late on Saturday night May 14th from Mexico. The next day was the NICU reunion. Jason was not feeling so great, so Clark and I decided to go alone. Overwhelming is the best way to describe that day. Seeing all of Clark's nurses and doctor's...and of course the babies. The sweet little souls that spent time in the NICU and now are happy, growing, thriving little babies. My eyes were brimming with tears the entire time. We didn't stay long because it was super crowded and Clark just wanted to crawl around. There were all ages of kids and parents walking around, strollers everywhere and food on the tables that he could just reach to pull off a table. Had I let him down, it would not have been pretty, so I had to hold him and with his fierce determination to get free, we had to make it a short visit. I didn't even get a picture that day.
However, everyone was blown away by Clark...the little baby that could. The baby that came into this world with the odds against him and he stuck his tongue right out to those odds and said 'I'll show you' and show us he did...about what it means to be grateful, to be present, to love with all your heart no matter what the end result. Every day when I look at his little face and those big brown eyes look back up at me...I remember...I remember what it means to be alive...what it means to truly love...
Boys having fun while mommy was away...