1. You are almost 11 months old. They say times goes quickly and it's true. First you're a baby and then you're in college. When you're a NICU baby and you and your mom don't come home until you're 3 months old, those next 9 months until your birthday fly even faster.
2. You weigh 18 lb. 12 oz. Makes 1 lb. 13 oz. seem like a lifetime ago. In baby years, I guess it was.
3. You can sit for 15-20 minutes at a time.
4. You don't have teeth yet but are a fan of almost all foods. With some work and guidance, you're even learning to use your hands to find food on your tray and get it to your mouth. Sippy cup? Took to it like a champ, just as you did with that first bottle so long ago.
6. You are rarely alone and many fights break out over you. "Can I hold him next?" "Can I have him now?" "Do you need me to take him?"
7. You have hopefully had your last RSV shot (anti-vaccinators, no hate mail, please), depending on the RSV season in this area. Your health this winter has been miraculous despite your prematurity. Only one, very minor cold for you. Your siblings, all with much better developed immune systems, didn't fare as well.
8. You exercise regularly. I don't know if any of us could do as many crunches per day as you can manage. Jumping contests? You'd win those hands-down.
10. You are loved! Could a baby be loved by so many people? So many wonderful people follow your progress. You are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Thanks to all who have followed Victor's story from the very beginning. As we approach Victor's first birthday, the anniversary of that first email asking if we'd consider a micro preemie, and a year since we first saw his tiny, perfect body, I am filled with awe. God is good. All the time. All the time. God is good.