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Day 7- Andrew

Andrew---The kid I had to wait four years for. The kids who spent months in and out of doctors offices and ER's for RSV.  The kid who forced us to get rid of the cat.  The kid who is now talking up a storm and running everywhere.  The kid who loves "helping" me do chores.  He loves running after the big kids and doing everything they do. 

Today when we were driving home from Target.  Andrew spotted some cows and calves and he was so excited to watch them run in the field.  Last week we sat in the back yard and watched the farmer behind our house harvest corn.  That is what is great about Andrew.  He loves the little things.  He loves life.  I know it may just be an age thing but I hope and pray that he will always find the little things in life to enjoy.  Because there isn't a whole lot of big things and every day is full of the little things.

We love Andrew.  He just have such a special spirit about him.  He certainly isn't perfect and is learning to push boundaries but he is the happiest of the four and that is saying something. 

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