This was my favorite moment of Chase being born and Chase’s favorite picture of his birth because it shows that I too have had an IV in my hand
As I sit here contemplating 12/12/12 and the third birthday I have, at some moments, thought I wouldn’t see, I am overcome and don’t feel like I can adequately summarize this moment in Chase’s life, so here is what I would (and probably will) say to him:
My Dearest Chase,
Today you are three years old and even if you aren’t cognizant of it, this is a big deal. Your Daddy and I have often wondered if you would live to see this day – and that was even before your “baseball“. Since your “baseball” and your “cancers“, there have been many more minutes that we have stood by your bed or talked with your doctors and wondered if we would get to celebrate this day with you. …and here you are! Not only with us, but finishing all your brave days in your “spaceship“. As we often whisper in your ear before you take your nap with the doctor: “Be strong and of good courage, for the Lord your God is with you.” (Joshua 1:9)
Son, Daddy and I are so proud of you. You’re our favorite, bravest Chasey Bear in the whole world!
Happy 3rd Birthday, My Precious Chase!
Joy comes in the morning… (I have much more recent pictures, but this is my favorite – that first smile post-surgery is a perfect summary to this little one’s year)
[Chase’s dictionary of terms: “baseball” = the tumor site (with it’s baseball-like stitching), “spaceship” = the proton radiation room]
This year, we spent our December 7th in radiation and blood transfusion appointments, but I’d like to go back to that day for just a second to talk about a special little guy.
Friday, December 7th was Aidan’s 4th birthday. And -like the joyful child he is- he volunteered to spend the day with us at the radiation center and the hospital.
Big events (like the ones our family has experienced this year) can have a way of either strengthening or weakening, and Bob and I have been so proud to see Aid step up and be strengthened. Many is the time we’ve seen him unselfishly give a toy to Chase or physically restrain himself when everything in his little boy nature just wants to shove or push. Just now 4 and only a pound or two heavier than Chase, we often find him carrying his brother’s IV bag on his shoulder so that Chase can move and play with him.
Aidan, my precious concert baby, we are so proud of you!
Happy 4th Birthday!
Happy first year to our precocious, unflappable boy. We love your smile and your cackle-laugh. We love your rambling toddles and your grunting attempts to speak.
We are so excited to see who and what you become as you grow, and we are so thankful that you came into our lives. Happy Birthday, Karsten!