It was twelve years ago today, that I experienced the most amazing and most terrifying moments of my life, at least up to that point.

Mr. Elliott was born on March 4, 2008 after a very difficult pregnancy. Lizze was nothing less than a hero for how hard she fought to bring him into this world. I remember the moment he took his very first breath, as well as the moment I heard his lung burst.

What followed was the scariest seven days in my life. Elliott fought though bilateral pneumothorax and bacterial pneumonia, to become one of the strongest, sweetest and most compassionate people I’ve ever known.

We have our struggles but I love him to the moon and back. I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world and I’m truly honored to be walking with him on his journey through life.

Happy Birthday Elliott. I love you so much… ☺