Miracle Man

Five weeks old.

Such a somber little man.

Halfway to now.

He is my miracle man.

I sneezed.

He said, "Bless you."

My eyes got teary.

He responded.

Appropriately.

He knew what to do.

And what to say.

His beginnings were tough.

A lot to overcome.

No eye contact for months.

Slow healing on the inside.

I got my first real hug just a few months ago.

Developmental testing today.

We have come so far and still have a ways to go.

But God does miracles.

And he is one.