In a family of people that would probably find a way to be late to their own funeral, my great-nephew Samuel is a rarity.
Twenty-seven weeks early, to be exact. He was born on Good Friday, as if to remind us that miracles can and do happen every day.
He is doing so well, so very well. Four pounds, twelve ounces of snuzzly, sweet baby boy.
I finally got to meet him this week (did I mention he comes from a late people?). I never knew it was possible to pack that much cuteness in such a little package.
It won't be long and he'll be home. When that blessed day comes, I don't think his mother will put him down for a long, long time.
Thanks for all the love and prayers you've showered on this family.
He is so sweet, and what a miracle of a story. So glad that he’s doing well.
He IS so cute. I teared up, reading this post and remembering leaving Amos every day for eight weeks. It’s true–once the come home, you don’t want to put them down! I am so so thankful that he’s doing so well.
Adorable photos. Happy for his family that he’ll be home soon.
Oh my goodness, he is SO SWEET! What a miracle, indeed!
(And also, I must admit — fun to think of you as “Great Aunt Angie” ; )
He is absolutely beautiful!! So glad he’s doing so well and growing so strong and handsome 😀
I should connect you two via e-mail. I’m sure you could be a great resource and source of hope for Danielle.
Well, I am a very great aunt, after all.