I've been reading doctors reports and preparing all my questions for our trip to Boston. My mind goes back to all those days of struggling to feed Jaron and hours in surgery. He's been so strong through it all and always smiling.
He is so beautiful inside and out. There are many days (no matter how many times I fuss at him for misbehaving) that he will walk up to me out of the blue and say "mommy...I love you". He still gets in my bed in the middle of the night and always "needs" a kiss before bedtime. I so miss his widesmile but we had to let the surgeon correct it so he will be able to live a normal life. I thank God for giving this child to us. We learned to trust in Him more than we ever had before.
