Such a big word. For my big boy. You have been asked to be brave, so many times. And without protest, you always are.
From birth you faced challenge and adversity. You breathed your first breath a little too late and not without help. But you breathed it. And you are here.
You have had more surgeries/under anesthetic procedures in your big 5 years (on Monday!) Than I have in my 36. And everytime you are brave.
You have a collection of therapists and teachers and friends in all of the places you have lived, and even a few in the places we have only traveled. You listen and work hard, trying new things everytime. You are brave.
You enjoy life and love flying high on the swings, speeding in your stroller or Red Racer. You like going on bumpy roads and through pretend bat caves. You roar with the dinosaurs and at the lions. You are brave.
Sebastian. My big, brave, almost 5 year old son. I love you so much my heart feels like it will burst open sometimes.
This post was written for Five Minute Friday.