The Miracle

Our little baby is turning 11 tomorrow. I can hardly believe it.


It was just yesterday that he was a wee baby...

It was not that long ago that we found out our little baby had cancer, and that our lives would never be the same.

It was hard to imagine at that time that he would be going to kindergarten...And now our baby is going to be 11 years old.




Amazing.

Happy Birthday, Chicken Lips.



Comments

McMrs said…
handsome little miracle! Happy Bday to him!
February 20, 2009 at 4:52 PM
Ash said…
Happy Happy Birthday (chicken lips)!!!

Happy Happy every day to mom and dad!!
February 20, 2009 at 5:08 PM
roy/elisabeth dean said…
He is soooooo cute! I hope he has a wonderful birthday!
Gotta a boy that can kick cancers a**~
Give him a hug from us!
♥, Lilly
February 20, 2009 at 6:39 PM
Sultan said…
Good wishes to him
February 20, 2009 at 7:27 PM
THE DAILY GRIPE said…
Happy 11th Birthday to your little guy!! He's a handsome little dude and I hope he has a great day!!
February 20, 2009 at 10:16 PM
Fragrant Liar said…
Boy looks fabulously healthy and handsome. :)

Happy birthday!!!
February 20, 2009 at 11:36 PM
~*Jobthingy*~ said…
Happy Birthday Dennis :)
February 21, 2009 at 1:46 PM
Anonymous said…
He's a cutie! I think he looks like you too! Happy Birthday to him!
February 21, 2009 at 6:45 PM
Unknown said…
Happy Birthday to your miracle boy!
February 21, 2009 at 9:58 PM
Jenni said…
Happy 11th Birthday, Kiddo!
February 21, 2009 at 10:01 PM
Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday Chicken Lips!
February 21, 2009 at 10:02 PM
3 Bay B Chicks said…
Day 3 of the Where’s Wenda? Contest is here. Today I am visiting all of the SITStas that commented on Three Bay B Chicks. That means you! Thanks so much for stopping by and for being a great SITSta!

-Wenda

PS: The "chicken lips" nickname made me laugh out loud. :)
February 22, 2009 at 8:04 AM
Unknown said…
What an amazing handsome Miracle hug him tight. Happy Birthday !





OMG my word verification word is my name "Patti" I shit you not! It blew my mind!
February 22, 2009 at 11:17 PM
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