Happy Birthday Shiloh...

This is my 7 year old boy! This pic was taken a couple of days ago after he lost his 8th tooth.




This was him fresh into the world, umbilical cord and all.





Shiloh, myself and my most wonderful doctor, Dr. Soundararajan (Dr. S for short).




Because I was a high-risk pregnancy, I had like 10 people in the room in case of an emergency. When everything turned out alright, a nurse volunteered to take my Mom's camera and take pictures. I thought that this one was so special.




My first and chunkiest monkey, at 6 months old.




He was 2 years old. I was pregnant with Abigail. It was Christmas Eve. About an hour after this picture was taken he puked all over Derrick's shoulder. Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a virus.




Shiloh was 4 1/2 in this picture. We had just moved to Mexico. He and Abigail were getting ready to do a performance with their school.


I can't believe my boy is 7. And as the years go on I will still be in disbelief at every birthday for every child that we have. These past 7 years have been some of the most adventurous and wonderful years that a Mom could ever have. All thanks to this child that God chose to put in our care. What a miracle. The miracle of life and parenthood astounds me daily. I feel that I have so many things to say but I don't have enough time and my readers don't have the attention span for it.

I will end with this, not only is this day a celebration of Shiloh's life, it's a celebration of the day I pushed a 7 lb. 9 oz. baby out of my body all because the medicine forced me to, not because my body said it was time. That, my friends, is a miracle in and of itself. Happy Birthday to Shiloh and Happy Labor Day to me :-).