Our time is a magical time right now. He's still small enough to let me cuddle and sing to him, but big enough that he can put his own shoes on. He's young enough to let me kiss him in public without embarrassment and old enough to be able to express his own feelings to me. He's young enough to let me kiss his owies to make them better, but he's old enough now that the owies are not made by a surgeon's knife. We are four years post-Fontan.
Life is good.
As this magical milestone approaches I had to write and share my happiness with all of you. So many times I wondered if this time would ever come. For the longest time the oldest heart child I knew was only two years old. I wondered what an older heart child looked like. I wondered how older heart children felt.