I could never count all the ways that you change me, Baby!

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The other day I was talking with an old, dear friend I ran into. I referred to the last two years as "my life turning upside down". Then I realized, that maybe our lives turned right side up? I've been through more changes in the past two (ish if you count my pregnancy) years than the whole 26 years of my life prior. It wasn't just Case, Dan's job changed, the kids went to public school from being homeschooled. The way I thought, felt, and saw things changed. Everything just changed. I look back at simple and I don't miss it. Sure it was easier but it was less blessed. I think of all the words I never knew I'd know. The people I'd never imagine I'd meet. I  not only know what PFO, ASD, VSD, IUGR, GERD, Whole Exome Sequencing, GJ and Stenosis of the Foraman Magnum mean but also what they mean for Case. I went form being a mom to being a mom, a nurse, a cheerleader, a fighter, an advocate, a scheduler, a puke catcher, a tube wrapper, a Stoma cleaner, a nurse getter and letter-goer, a charter, a form filler outer and on and on...I became a special needs mom. This is a role I would not have picked but am ever so grateful it picked me! 






When I hold you in my arms, Love
Something changes
It's the strangest feeling
The things that used to matter
They don't matter to me
When I see you
And you're smiling
How my heart aches
So full it is about to break
You make me believe in love

I could never count all the ways
That you change me, Baby
Every day the sky is a deeper shade of blue
When I'm with you

When I hear you, and you're crying
It resonates, Dear
In a place I didn't know was there
You make me believe in love

I could never count all the ways
That you change me, Baby
Every day the sky is a deeper shade of blue
When I'm with you

Beautiful baby
You're sweeter than strawberry pie
Just like the morning
Your smile brings the sunshine

I could never count all the ways
That you change me, Baby
Every day the sky is a deeper shade of blue
When I'm with you

I could never count all the ways
That you change me, Baby
Every day the sky is a deeper shade of blue
When I'm with you

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