My boy is 8! He is so excited. He has been counting down the day for weeks now. There was some discussion that it should have been last week (because his friends told him it was last week). He believed others before he would believe me. Ahh . . . a sign of things to come. But today he is a happy 8 year old boy. Ben has a story that would rival many 40 year olds. So much has happened to this little guy in his 8 short years. When you ask him to tell his life story, he doesn’t include any of the medical drama that has surrounded him for so long. He talks about living in Nebraska and moving to Texas, about Boy Scouts and beach trips, and most importantly about his family. I was looking through pictures this morning to share today. What strikes me in all of them is his bright blue eyes and the caring way he has towards others. How he gently stoops over and reaches out his hand to touch the person on the back in order to help them or to tell them that he cares. He is my sweet boy.
Ben on his first day. So sweet. Eventhough he showed up at 34 weeks, we had no idea what adventure he would take us on.
Ben is the NICU. He came home 20 days later on my thirtieth birthday! He was an awesome present.
Chris hated this costume that I made, but I think Ben is adorable.
Ben wanted to be tiger!!
Madie is reading to her brother, not much as changed.
Right before Ben's first surgery
This is so much of Ben's story. But now we see them as minor speed bumps.
This more Ben's style
Ben and his shadow
The Puddles 
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