Two Years

Two years ago today, I was hoping and praying that my grandson would be born healthy. His mother went into premature labor and it was nine weeks before his due date. I sat in her hospital room, silently praying that things would turn out okay. He was born small and we were told he would be fine and catch up to other children, by the time he was two. It seemed like so far away. Tomorrow is his second birthday and all of the doctors and nurses were right. He is a normal active bright two year old. He runs and plays and understands everything that is going on. He knows how to make us laugh and how to act cute when he does something he shouldn't. A lot of love and work went into making him the toddler that he is today. His party is tomorrow and we can't wait to see him celebrate.