"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." Khalil Gibran
It is an overwhelming, frightening, and source of never-ending pride to see my infant son "seared" with scars. I think pride is the right word. I am endlessly proud of the war my baby has fought to be with us today.
He is a warrior. A smiling, cherubic warrior, and still today without a single clue that he even HAS scars, or that his life is any different from anyone else's.
Someday we will talk about his scars and why he has them, and we will tell him the amazing story of all the things he's already done, and the responsibility that means for him in the future.
For right now, before the questions and the stories, we will just watch him in wonder and awe, remembering to be grateful for what God, love, and science have done for our family.