July 20th, 2007
When we met you, my son, last November, you could barely walk or talk. When you did talk it was in a whisper and you only uttered single syllables (eight I think). Walking from one side of the room to another would tire you out. They told us you were an invalid.
We saw a fire in you, and dubbed you our “lion heart”. We saw great potential in your future. And though our faith in you has never wavered, even we were astounded by the progress you have made since November.
We have seen you walk over a mile. We have counted the words you speak until you got past 100. The new words you picked up came so fast, we have lost count. Your joy is our light. The sound of your laughter our song.
We are grateful to have you in our lives. Happy third Birthday, son!