It was three years ago today that I paced the floors of the St. Peter’s NICU with a four pound bundle of joy.  Now, as we celebrate by making campfire cupcakes (credit to Jenn on that one because we all know I’m not that creative) we’re so thankful for our oldest little man.  Looking back, whether it was counting hundreds of little beads of medicine to control his seizures, or worrying for days on end why he wouldn’t eat anything ,it’s all sooo worth it.  So, here’s a big Happy Birthday to our first little man.  Love you bud!