Trevor was born at 4:20 am, 10 years ago. Of all my scary pregnancies and births, his was the scariest. Partly because it was my first experience with child birth and I didn't know what was happening, but also because he was born the most premature, and when he was born he was not breathing and they had to revive him. It was a very quiet room. You never know the joy of a crying baby until there is no sound. He didn't cry at all for days, and then it was just a tiny, small sound. Now, nothing he does is small or tiny. He's loud and happy, and life is one big, grand adventure for him. He sucks information up like a sponge, always looking for something new to absorb, something to add to his already vast collection of knowledge. He's also a very serious kid at times, and can often be found somewhere lost in a book. I really love that kid. I often wish I could be more like him. Happy Birthday T. I will always count you as one of my greatest blessings.
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