June 6th is a day to remember.  D -Day.  From Wikipedia:

The Normandy landings, codenamed Operation Neptune, were the landing operations on 6 June 1944 (termed D-Day) of the Allied invasion of Normandy in Operation Overlord during World War II. The largest seaborne invasion in history, the operation began the invasion of German-occupied western Europe and contributed to an Allied victory in the war.

But in our household D-Day was also A-Day.  Our youngest, Aaron, surprised us by coming 6 weeks early.  Fortunately for us my sister and her family were staying with us before their vacation out west so they were able to delay their trip for a few days and step in and help us out with things.  I was NOT prepared and I think they actually put the crib together and I know that they washed baby clothes and took care of Micah while we were kind of in shock about his early debut.

Having a preemie takes a lot of different skills that I had not thought I would have to cultivate.  Aaron had to stay in the hospital in Dayton which was about 40 miles from our home in Greenville.  Having a husband who had to go back to work, a toddler and then another medical  procedure for me certainly called upon our patience.

Things I remember vividly are trying to get to the hospital as often as I could, having the grandparents be able to go see him in the hospital, having my niece NOT be able to see him because she was too little,  a great caring staff in neonatal who spoiled Micah when he came with me and gave him popsicles in stryofoam cup holders (really–I can’t remember yesterday but I have that image in my mind like it was yesterday) along with the worry that he was not thriving.

Well those days are ancient history and today I am happy to say that at 26 he is thriving.  That adorable little guy has turned into a pretty adorable young man and his daddy and I are very proud of him.

So today I celebrate Aaron.  Truly a gift from God.