Our life has been full of tough times as well as miracles. Most of the miracles have to do with my babies. And most of the heartache has to do with my babies.
Celebrating Nate's birthday will always be a reminder to me of one of the biggest miracles in my life. After losing three pregnancies, it was nothing shy of a miracle to hold a breathing baby in my arms. Oh, the joy that he brought into my aching heart! Another miracle was that he didn't kick a hole in my uterus since the doctor said it was "Saran wrap thin" in a huge area.
Happy 7th Birthday, Nate!
Chocolate cake, caramel filling the holes, cream and toffee bits. Nice choice, Nate!
His dinner choice was tacos and Grandma Shelly's fruit salad with 7-up (from her childhood and from my childhood).



1 comment:
Happy Birthday, sweet, brave boy!
We love you, Grandma Walton
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