Your Dad text me tonight while he was at work and said
"It will be 30 years from now and it will still feel like yesterday, one of those things you will always remember"
It's been 8 months since we had to say good bye to you. Tonight, it's been 8 months since we watched you slip from our arms while the NICU worked so hard to keep you. You were tired Nolan, I understand that fight was so hard and you had so many odds against you.
But we got 3 days with you Nolan. I would take those 3 days over having 'no days' any day. We got to meet you, we got to learn your personality and we got to stare at you in amazement. You squeezed our hands and kicked like crazy when your Daddy and I talked to you. We met you and it was all possible because the NICU gave you a chance to fight your battle.
I'm running for you Nolan in a race this weekend. The race is in memory of a little girl named Piper that also fought hard in the NICU. Her Mommy and Daddy are raising money for the same NICU you were taken care of in. So cheer me on baby, I'll need it. I sure wasn't planning on signing up for a 5k for another 7 weeks and an emotional one at that. So because you fought so hard, I am going to do the same to give some other babies in that NICU more of a fighting chance.
I love you Nolan and I am THANKFUL for those 3 days we had you with us.
3 days, 3 years... they are both just too short, way too short. But I know either 3 minutes, 3 days, 3 years or 33 years. I am thankful I got to know you.
I love you little guy and I need to you to nudge me past that finish line on Saturday morning. We will probably come in last, but as long as we make it, I don't care.