4 years old

When I was 4 months pregnant with Boston, I found out that I had cancer.  I was so worried about this little baby.  They told me that I would need surgery right away, that there were risks involving the baby and the anesthesia, and that I would have to take medication daily for the rest of my life.  I was so upset thinking that all of this, or any of this, might harm my baby in some way.  They warned me if I waited until after the baby was born, there was a chance the cancer would spread and become worse.  I went ahead with the surgery which was successful, but opted out of the radiation treatments.  I can't tell you what peace it brought me to have family and friends there when I woke up from the surgery.  It brought me to tears (not like that's hard).  That alone made me feel loved and watched over.  Still, throughout the remainder of my pregnancy, I was fearful that my baby had been harmed.  I felt worried and anxious.   And guilty.

But, on March 31st, the day before we were scheduled to move into our brand new home in St. George, Utah, I went into labor.    I delivered on the morning of the 1st, April Fools Day! When I first laid eyes on my precious baby boy, I knew he was completely healthy.  Perfect in every way.  He was huge, compared to my other 2!  My first two kiddos weren't even 6 lbs., and this little guy was pushin' 8!!  I think my first words were, "He's huge!"  I was overwhelmed with gratitude for a Heavenly Father who kept him safe while I was battling something very scary.  We were alone in the hospital for the most part.  Kevin was moving us into our home,  Janine (Kevin's mom) had just had surgery, and Jenise (Kevin's sister) had my kids.  So it was just me and my new little man.  It gave me lots of time to think and ponder on the blessings in my life.  I am bonded to this little guy in a special way, and he is very much a momma's boy.  I know someday he will be able to do without me, and I'm somewhat dreading that day.  Heavenly Father does not always see fit to grant us our desires, and I am so incredibly grateful every day that we have this healthy little boy, and that Heavenly Father sees fit to grant me my health at this time.  

Boston is such a blessing in our home.  He is a tender hearted, sweet little boy.  He LOVES to snuggle up with me and sit on my lap, and pick dandelions out of our grass for me.  He likes to help me in the kitchen, and he loves to play ball.  His favorite foods are macaroni, and oatmeal. He loves Little Einsteins, and all kinds of music.  He also loves to travel, especially airplanes! He doesn't crave the spotlight, like my other two, and feels bad if someone laughs at him.  He has a great memory for a little 4 year old.  He gets upset if he thinks I am displeased with him, and it's makes him sad if I'm sad.  We couldn't do without him, and feel so blessed that Heavenly Father deemed us worthy to raise such a special boy.  We love you son.  Happy Birthday!