In a NICU at a hospital not far from here lies a little boy named Charlie. He is snuggled deep into a cozy spaceship looking bed, warm and supported with the best care that modern medicine has to offer.
He was born 1 lb, 15 oz, two days ago (Easter!) to two of our best friends at just 25 1/2 weeks gestation.
His brother is our godson — a preemie as well who has grown big and strong and fat. And now, his little brother, a tiny little human at just 13 inches long has started his life amongst us.
Charlie is doing well. Though small, his spirit is big – and his future, even bigger.
Looking forward to getting to know you, sweet boy.
Beth, Charlie (in belly) and his big, chunk of a brother
In a brick house not far from that very same hospital is an auburn-haired, freckly friend named Stephanie who I’ve known for 12 years now. We met waiting tables and declared that we were “best friends forever!” in the first few hours we met. We’ve been through boyfriends, heartaches, vacations, school — and now, marriage and babies together.
And today, she is 30 years young.
We’ve come a long way since serving pizza and hopping bars.
When did we grow up?
Stephanie and me at my wedding rehearsal dinner, circa 2007
My uncle, my cousin — and numerous other friends have birthdays this month, each with their own special story. Each with their own unique purpose.
I love celebrating birthdays. Not just because it’s a day to say “You’re special to me!” – but because it’s a time to be thankful for this very precious gift of life. It’s amazing how a 1 lb baby boy can have the world wrapped around his tiny finger. How a baby with special needs could end up being just what I needed. How, in a blink of an eye, a 30 year old friend has known me almost half my life.
Whatever your faith, whatever your world perspective, there is an undeniable miracle in the fact that we simply exist. And more importantly — that we are all connected, writing our life stories, chapter by chapter, together.