Today marks the days that I have been fighting outside of Mommy's body for 100 days. To be specific, it will not start until 4:04 PM Eastern Standard Time. So all of you on the west coast remember to begin your celebration at 1:04.
100 days! OJ got lees than that for murder. Wait he didn't do any time for murder. Lindsey Loghman got less time for all of her stunts. But me I'm stuck for over 100 days.
100 days! Mommy tells me that in school it's a big celebration. 100 of everything. 100 days is a very long time in my short life. Wait, it is my entire life.
100 days without seeing the light of day, smelling the fresh air, feeling the sand between my toes or the cool breeze at the Jersey Shore. Yes, I know that's where a lot of you will be this weekend.
But, I has been 100 days of being alive! Fighting! Living! Bringing joy to Mommy's and Daddy's faces every time I hit another amazing milestone! 100 days of being me. So remember me as you go along with your day and remember not to take one single breath for granted. For every breath that I take is a miracle, a gift. And so is life! So enjoy the light of day, the smell of the fresh air, and the sand between your toes. The next time you get down or angry just think of me and remember how beautiful life can really be!
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