Noah’s been 2 whole years old now since last Friday, and his birthday weekend was everything he never expected.
To turn two again, chronoligically…
Thank you everyone for your love and support.
This blog is dedicated, in loving memory, to my grandfather’s brother. He now joins my grandfather and my father. He was the very first in the family to step foot on U.S. soil before the rest of the family followed suit, in stages. He passed away on the Thursday before Noah’s birthday and I have been mourning him in my own way, and celebrating Noah’s precious birthday too.
Cancer is real. Life is real.
Living is…eating the nose off your fabulous Bumba birthday cake.
Happy Birthday sweet Noah.