Curt and I share fall time pictures and find ourselves comparing crops. Curt shares pictures that he had taken during the drought year. First, a picture from the silage corn field. The picked cob was small enough to fit in Curt's hand when he took the picture with his phone. Peeking out of the husk you can see shaded dent on the golden yellow kernels, showing the lack of water. Paired with it is a picture our newly arrived baby Augustus. A crop I am personally very proud of. Captured in his Daddy's arms as they both rest in the window of his first hospital room. A light green blanket wraps around his newborn body, only revealing his soft cheeks and closed eyes. Pictures that can describe the first harvest.
Same field, Curt again has a picture of the silage corn for the year after. This time the corn has had a chance to reach full capacity with the great weather and water. Full kernels stack the cob that is three times the size as the first harvest. Together we pair it with one-year-old Gustus. A snapped picture of baby playing in our front yard. Energy and happiness are observed in his smile as we imagine how he walked through the leaves. His long-sleeved shirt shows how much he had grown as it exposes his wrists. These pictures can describe the last harvest, complete with growth and potential.
Historically, Thanksgiving began as a tradition of celebrating the harvest of the year. It is a day set aside to give thanks for the blessings of the crops and of the preceding year. As we shared our Thanksgiving day with Gus and our family, we were very aware of our blessings. The aspects of this year's harvest are more unique than we could ever have imagined. Our camera tells a beautiful story. Crazy true, Curt does have a picture of this years silage corn. It must be a farmer thing, but It's not even comparable to Gus's accomplishments this fall. In all the images we catch of our little boy, he is happy and working hard.
We are extremely blessed this Thanksgiving. We are thankful for our family and the love they have for us. We are so thankful for all of Gus's supporters and helpers. Blessings are felt from every direction and our feelings won't change with the turn of the holiday. At one point in the PICU, the doctor explained reality to Curt and I. When Gus would be able to wake up from an induced coma, we might not see much from him. Being alright with anything from Gus, we never lost hope or faith. Knowing how intense that moment was, my Thanksgiving wish goes to my little boy.
Gus, you have busted every single obstacle and proven that the best outcome is possible. I want you to know how proud we are of you for working so hard in rehab and recovery. Your hard work has given our family the chance to be complete again. I am so thankful to be the Mommy that gets to do your laundry again and feed you dinner. Play time is the best when we laugh at your creative games. When you snuggle in my arms my heart is complete. When I tuck you into bed, I am reminded of how precious everyday is with children. I love documenting every success you make in the hospital. You attract encouragement and show others around you how they can also have faith. When we went to our new house for a couple hours this weekend, we set up your room. I am so thankful that we got to put your toys back in the bins and your books back on the shelf. I am looking forward for when we do go home together. We can share many more picture perfect moments. I love you so much and I am so blessed to be your mommy. My wish is that you will feel this forever.
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