Dear Edison,

You just made it through your sixth surgery in your 33 months on this Earth so far. That's almost a surgery every five and a half months. I could not do it. Not only did you do it, you squealed your way out of the hospital blowing kisses to the nurses and anyone else who was lucky enough to catch one. You were so giddy about being home our neighbors thought surely you must have been at the spa, not having your sixth surgery. Finally you gave your little froggy a big squeeze as you snuggled in for a restful night in your own bed with the ever present aquarium lulling you to sleep.

The days prior to this surgery and today you often reached out to hug my neck, that little hand always patting away. It almost seemed as if you were comforting me. You honestly amaze me. Every single day. We are so incredibly proud of you and the man you have become. Oh wait, you're two and a half. We want to be you when we grow up.

With our utmost love and respect,

Mama and Dada