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Baby, I'm Amazed by You.

First, I would like to apologize for the length of time between posts. Combination of writer's block and hideous sickness. I'm on the mend and will hopefully have answers to these headaches soon. Now, onto the good stuff. I read an amazing and inspiring post on Facebook today and it gave me a fantastic idea on what to write about. I want to share with all of you why I'm so blessed. Amazed really. I hope you find a smile on your face when you read this.

I am amazed that on August 19, 2010, I gave birth to a one of a kind, smart, happy, wonderful, soul enriching son.

I am amazed at the overwhelming amount of support that I receive on a daily basis from everyone about Noah's progress and well-being.

I am amazed that such a tiny soul could fill my heart with such joy and love.

I am amazed that there's absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for this boy.

I am amazed that I've met and fallen in love with such a wonderful man who accepts me for who I am and doesn't ask me to change or expect me to change, who not only accepts but welcomes all of my previous "life experience", who understands that I am not a blank canvas, and who is happy to add to my artwork of life and make it our own.

I am amazed that Noah learns something new and exciting everyday. His memory is astounding.

I am amazed that when Noah and I went to fill his prescription today in town in Chapel Hill that he ran down the strip to his therapy office and waited. He loves therapy. He screamed for weeks even pulling in the parking lot. HOORAY for life victories.

I am amazed that in the last week Noah has learned about the laundry hamper. He knows where his dirty clothes go. He jumps up and down for joy every time he puts his clothes away! I've discovered I don't give Noah enough credit for what he can learn and do. I know he isn't developing like other kids and I have to teach him to do the same things other kids do. I cannot compare the two things. I can only teach Noah his own way and in his own time. That's the key to Noah. That I have figured out.

I am amazed that he is kind. I've been under the weather for over a week. He on occasion will stop playing with toys and come and lay in my bed with me. He'll look over with the sweetest smile as if to say, "I know you don't feed good, Mama, so I came to lay with you." He'll tackle me with hugs and kisses. My favorite part of life.

I am amazed that modern medicine has come such a long way. There are programs and programs and programs for children with developmental disabilities. Autism is on the map 100% more than in the past.

I am amazed that I caught Noah driving toy cars around. That's appropriate play for a child of his age! That's major progress.

I am amazed that such a something so small in stature could fill my heart to the absolute brim and overflow it with such joy and love. I wasn't complete until the nurse put Noah in my arms. My life has a purpose.

I am amazed by Noah everyday. I don't see that changing. He's growing into such a little boy. He's no a baby anymore. I can't wait to see what he teaches me next.


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