I know we didn’t spend much time together and I wish we could have spent more. But I was so scared of breaking you. I hope your heart is holding up good after those surgeries all those years ago. I honestly fear one day it won’t be. I hope that day never comes. I don’t want to lose you permanently. I remember you coming home from Toronto all fixed up and mom saying how we have to pick you up a certain way so we don’t rip the stitch open. Dad and I just refused to take that chance. I remember the day you were suppose to have surgery (it was postponed) I went to school that day crying. Scared you weren’t going to come back. I remember dad waiting outside the school office. I came around the corner and saw him. My first thought was “OMG is he ok?”. I remember being in the hospital room and seeing you hooked up to everything. I remember before you were even born the pediatrician kept saying something is wrong. so we’d go up to the hospital sit there for half an hour and the doctor would say “nope he’s fine” turned out they were wrong. You have to be the strongest little man I know to go through all of that. I love you so much. I hope you can forgive me for being away for so long.