Feeling lucky

As I sit here, typing with one hand and holding a snoozing Nathaniel with the other, I can't help but feel lucky.

Sure, we've been through a lot. We've been through much more than we expected and much more than we wanted to go through. But it's pretty much all over. He had his surgery and, if he's lucky, he shouldn't need anything more. He'll grow up as a normal little boy with his only differences being double doctor visits (cardiologist and pediatrician) and an odd scar on his chest.

Considering what so many people go through, Amanda and I are tremendously lucky to have our precious little bundle happily at home with us, even if it took an extra 11 days to get him home (only 11 extra days to have so many things done to him! that's astounding!). And hearing so many kind words, seeing so many kind gestures, getting so many kind offers during this difficult time has really made us feel lucky to be part of such a caring community (both locally and beyond).

Looks like the little guy is starting to stir ... and I'm on duty while Amanda's napping. Gotta go.