To my sweet boy
Today is the day I bombard you with scary pictures. Today is the anniversary of my (most recent) brush with death. Today is Noah’s birthday. Some years have been harder than others to celebrate my youngest miracle child. In those years, filled with failed therapies, dashed dreams and an overwhelm I felt in my bones, his birthday was a reminder of all of his struggles. I would remember the monitors and alarms that wailed in the NICU (and also in my dreams) as I looked at photos of a 1 lb. 6 oz. baby. I would remember the feel of…