My BrAxToN

Peanut.

We love to think and giggle about you as a baby.

You were the funniest little angel of an infant.

You had a couple of surgeries before you were even one year old, but you handled them like a champ.

You broke the exersaucer we had.

You got in it and pretended as if you were a metal head.

Broke that thing in a matter of minutes.

The pacifier in your mouth upside down and you dragging your blankie EVERY WHERE we went are the most tender memories.

No one touched that blankie!

Washing that thing required black magic on my part!

You are one of the most sensitive souls I know.

Your heart is so full of compassion that you sometimes forget to afford those same tender mercies to yourself.

You feel it all.

The sadness, the fear, the confusion, the anger...

Your spirit is so in tune with other spirits around you.

It can be a blessing and a curse.

You are absolutely rocking your senior year of high school.

Mountain High has been a gift straight from God for you.

Those people love you.

Those people needed you as much as you needed them.

You are my protector.

You are the one who can see my symptoms before I can feel them. 

You are the one who can articulate all of it to the medical professionals.

You have been my nurse on more occasions than even I realize.

We love you.

We are so proud of you.

You are going to move mountains, Peanut.

And Mommy will always be right there to cheer you on!