My Tiny Miracle!

Today my Tiny is two! I call him my two year miracle. Every single day of the last two years of his life has been a miracle. The fact that he lives is a miracle in itself, but that he walks, talks, laughs, breaths, destroys, stains, stinks, spills, hugs, blows kisses, strips, and wrestles are the everyday miracles. We brought him home not knowing if he would ever walk, talk, or eat on his own. This kid is a survivor, and I am so glad he's mine. Happy Birthday, Strider Zane!