It's not lost on me...not a single year goes by that I don't remember this day 10 years ago.
The day each of his doctors came into the hospital, away from their families and told us how sorry they were that we were at this spot. The day each of his doctors probably thought we wouldn't bring him home this time. The day where we tried to put on our happy faces and choke down turkey and potatoes. It was the day Steve and I learned what we were made of. The day we begged our boy to fight.
10 years ago was one of the darkest days I've ever had. I felt very ungrateful. But, today....it's a new day. And I am so very, very grateful. So very, very thankful. We have all these little anniversaries. Not all of them are happy days to remember. I'm thankful we can be happy today, and be thankful our boy is with us. And happy, and healthy, and strong.