11 years ago, on October 17th, in the wee hours of the morning you were born. Four hours start to finish, you were in a bit of a hurry. Barely time for the epidural, no time to find a sitter for your big sister (almost two years old then) who was there for the whole thing. Afterwards, she looked at her new baby brother, said "Awww. Can I hab a cookie now Daddy? Pwease?"
She got her cookie and we all got an amazing addition to our family. Barely 6.5 pounds, you were all torso and legs (you still are). Like your sisters, you have your Dad's round upper features and my pointy elf chin.
You were a good baby, within a month you slept through the night.
We had no issues nursing.
You hit all the milestones for an infant/toddler on time.
You had no major illnesses.
You loved your Classic Pooh, Gund Piglet and your fleecy dinosaur blanket from Plymouth, NH (you still sleep with both).
You were a happy baby. You are a happy boy.
You have Aspergers.
You are amazing.
You are funny.
You are smart.
You are loved.
We wouldn't want you any other way.
You define your Autism, it does not define you.
Happy birthday, Jonah...what an honor it is, to be your Mom and Dad.
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