Yesterday marked the 5 year anniversary of Aidan's heart surgery. We made a cake together, complete with bandaid:
We sang, "Happy heartiversary," Flintstones style. Then we all helped to blow out the candles. Afterall, we were all in it together.
Aidan clapped...but wouldn't eat any of the cake. Or taste the icing.
We will continue to celebrate as much as possible, because everyone out there who's gone through something like this, knows it is pretty much life changing. Being in the Pediatric ICU for that little amount of time was the most humbling experience of my life.
Liam, the middlest of billy goats, was playing piano on the weekend. He was playing a medley of songs that he knows. During the Buffalo Hunt, he said, "this was how fast my heart was racing waiting until Aidan had his heart fixed." Then he moved into Somewhere over the Rainbow - "and this is how joyful it felt when he was done."
Amen to that middle billy goat. Amen to that.
