It’s no secret that parenthood (especially as a mom of teens and practicing teens) is a relatively thankless experience with few returns and lots of sacrifice.

When I put Marsh to bed last night, in those moments before he drifted off, he declared (at random out of nowhere):

“Mom, you are the best mom on earth. I love you so, so much. You are so good to me and you do so much….I am so thankful for what you do. No, wait… you are the best mom in the entire universe, of all time. Ever.

And my dad, I am the luckiest boy. He is the best. He is so good. We have so much fun.”

I was blown away.

I’ve a feeling this is the first of several trips this year since Halloween is Marsh’s favorite holiday

“And then it was 10 hours later – around 11:30 pm – when we could finally see him.

I couldn’t recognize my own baby.
They’d had him on bypass for 206 minutes.  Then spent 30 minutes reinflating his lungs.   He was a mess of wires and skin and heart and hair and tubes and machines.

But he was there.  And he was fighting back.  They had to sedate him more by 2 am because he was trying to breathe on his own.

And then 12 days later the ICU doc who’d patted my back and answered my millions of questions stepped over to the floor.

“Marshall, you ROCKED!” He said beaming at our ginger miracle as we were leaving for home.

And here he is still rocking. “

https://the-miracle-of-marshall.com/2015/09/09/one-incredible-year/