One year of being in remission! ONE. YEAR. 

It seems so crazy to think back on that day and all that it meant for us. We’ve still had some anxious moments, but nothing like that year of treatments and suffering and pain. I’ve done a lot of reflecting over the last week with this day coming up. It’s just so hard to even grasp the amount of bravery my son has. I often look back at pictures from those days to remind myself of how far we’ve come as a family, me as a mom, and of course how much Abram has grown and learned. He still only eats what he wants. Watches what he wants. And tells everyone how, when and what to do. And guess what? We all do it. (Even his teachers at school fix him a special lunch each day.) Maddox has continued to be the most amazing support to Abram and is always at his beck and call whenever he needs his help beating a level in Mario, finding his favorite shows on tv, or finding his paci that he is forever losing (and not giving up anytime soon). He and Maddox grow closer each day and it’s the most amazing thing to witness. The two people I love the most in this world making a bond that will be unbreakable for life. 

We are going to celebrate today with Abram’s favorite cupcakes. We tell him how amazing he is and how proud we are of him all the time, but today we’ll say it a little extra. We will continue to tell him each year on this day that he is THE bravest kid we’ve ever known. 

We go to Atlanta on Tuesday for our (re)scheduled MRI scan. (Covid hit our house a few weeks ago and we had to reschedule several appointments.) My anxiety is so much better since getting the good news on his last scans. I’m claiming it will be another perfect scan of our boy.