He has been living with it. And in my own way, I have been living with it. In his own way, my husband has been living with it. In everybody's own way, our entire family has been living with it.
Here it is. A big boring ol' Tuesday. And today 14 years ago our lives changed in an instant.
Today, there was no parade. No fancy dinner. No balloons. Just a family sitting together on the couch before bedtime taking it all in.
When I brought it up, everyone became very quiet. There was a solemn respect emanating from all the boys. They weren't sad, they weren't cheering...they were simply contemplative of it all.
"How does it make you feel J?"
"Special." Said with the sly smirk only a 14 year old could muster.
We went through a few things that I had saved in J's keepsake box.
The hospital gown they gave to J when he was admitted. It was the smallest they had and he swam in it.
And 14 years later, he's all ready to get his permit soon. He is entering High School in just weeks. And he is every bit as strong and resilient as he was that day so many years ago. I wish I could convey how proud I am of him...words fail me.
So here's to J. As well as all my boys, and all of the children, teens and adults that live anyway. Soar anyway. Succeed anyway.
Inspirations. Every one.
And especially today...this one. My one.