Sentimental

Yesterday I was cleaning out the kids room and stumbled across the unexpected pull of an uncommon cohort: sentiment. This is not a common reaction for me to "things".  Kids scribbly artwork,"Awww so beautiful", later that night kid in bed, TRASH! That 36th lego I just stepped on, TRASH!  The microscopic doll accessory, TRASH! It's gotten so bad that when Meg or the kids can't find something there first reaction is, Papa probably threw it away. Don't get me wrong I love my kids creations, but there has to be a limit to the piles of scribbles :) So what was this magical item that lulled this buried emotion to the surface. It was this:

I know, confusion, what the heck is that? Many of you know since birth we have had to manage the "bump" on Phoenix's back. This is the first of many contraption we have made to do so. With this came rushing back all the emotion of the beginning of his life, which I don't often have time to feel.  It felt good to remember a piece of his story that has been absorbed into the odyssey of life. I wanted to give you a glimpse of what his back is like, cause I know many of you have never actually seen it.  I think it will help get a better glimpse into the day to day.

This is Phoenix a couple months after he was born

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This is Phoenix last October right before we went back to Boston to get the rods removed. Poor buddy he was not doing well here.

So for a moment sentiment and I were aquantances, but now I need to empty the trash again.