The first time I saw him was a picture that Thomas took of him in the NICU because I wasn't allowed to go down for myself for several hours. I was supposed to be sleeping, but you can imagine how little sleep I got. The moment the time changed to 11pm, I was trying to get out of bed to go see my baby.
I'll never forget how he looked and felt and smelled. We couldn't hold him yet, but we gently touched him as much as we could. I remember being afraid to touch him too much because I didn't want to hurt him. The next few weeks held surgeries and recovery and finally going home.
There's so much that I could tell you about the last 2 years, even just the last year or the last few months, but I think that these pictures can speak volumes on their own. I praise God for sustaining us and providing for us and being gracious to us and blessing us. I thank God for Isaiah. I pray for many more wonderful years with him. I pray to be a godly mother for him. I pray that God will help Isaiah to love Him with all of his heart and soul and mind and strength.
See what the Lord has done...