This little guy has come a long way.
Yesterday, I was feeding him lunch and he said, "Cheese!"
He is not a big talker and this is his first self-initiated word.
I am trying to plan a blood-drive in June to pay back the blood donated by 200 strangers who saved our life.
I'm speaking at a luncheon tomorrow to Red Cross volunteers.
Is it odd that I'm SO sentimental and grateful?
Friends, donate blood!
Save someone's life.
Everyone should have the privilege of hearing the first "Cheese!"
Life is a gift.
I'm SO grateful for ours.