In the past four months, life as I know it has completely changed. Whereas last Spring my happy little mind was focused on new nieces and nephews, a big old wedding and the prospect of growing our own little family, it is now focused on much simpler things. Surviving. Taking these crazy curveballs that come our way and actually making something of them that matters. Something that changes things.
My nephew was born today. He is the most divine, incredible little 7 pounds and 13 ounces on this side of heaven, and tonight he lies in the NICU awaiting surgery that will allow him to survive. A surgery that will take all those grand plans we had for him months ago, before his prenatal diagnosis, and make them a reality. At only twelve hours old, he has already exceeded all our expectations and has proven to us that he, just like his parents, is a fighter and that he will do whatever it takes to get his chance to make a mark on this world.