Seven years ago today was one of the happiest and scariest days of my life. My first born son, Emilio, was born weighing only 3 lbs. He was full term and was supposed to be perfectly healthy infant. that was not the case, and it was uncertain if would live or not. from the moment I saw him, I knew nothing in this world would ever mean more to me than that tiny little boy with my nose. (I was wrong, his brother means just as much.)
I spent the first week of his life beside him inside the NICU. And today that miracle child of mine turned seven years old. He is strong, healthy and so smart. I couldn’t be more proud of him. I love you my little dude, and I always will. Happy birthday.