May 2, 2014
Precious Childhood Memory

When my third child was born, she was sick and had to be in the NICU for a week. As typical with NICU, everyone has to scrub up and put on the blue robes to be able to go in and hold/touch the infants. One day, we brought our other 2 kids down to see their new sister.  My son was 3 and my oldest daughter was 5.  They both scrubbed up and followed me into the NICU.  When I picked up my baby and showed her to our son, he looked up at me with his big blue eyes and white-blond hair and said "Mom, why'd God make her so cute?"  It was just the most precious thing and still warms my heart today.
 
Side note: This son of ours gave us a run for our money for at least 8 years! It was remembering times like the aforementioned that helped me hang on when life got tough with him!
 
Shawn



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