Our Perfect Day

He was perfect. He is perfect.

He came into this world fighting.

Our lives are for forever changed.

He surprised doctors and nurses.

We knew he had it in him. He knew he had it in him.

God knew. God knows.

God gave us a perfect little boy.

Abel William Ford came into this world Thursday June 18, 2015 at 3:27 p.m.

God was in that room, we all felt the peace that He poured into the room. A sense of peace that this mommy and daddy needed to know it was going to be OK. It had to be OK. God was there. He was answering prayers. He was helping doctors. He was giving Abel strength. He was comforting Victor and me. As much as our hearts hurt and broke they were overfilled with joy at the same time.

He was fighting. He was a fighter; we shouldn’t have expected anything less.

He was a little red headed feisty little boy that wasn’t giving up!

His daddy got to meet him and cheer him on face to face as the doctors help give him the tools to fight.

I prayed.

Victor got to hold his son and was the proudest daddy there could be. It was love.

We had to make decisions no parent should have to make. We stayed strong as our hearts broke. Our son needed us to do what was right for him. We had to make some of the most selfless decisions known to man as the doctors told us if they continued Abel would be in great pain. We had to say no. It wouldn’t be fair to Abel; to the sweetest little boy God could give us.

I held him. I loved him. I love him.

I was in love.

He was so perfect. He is so perfect.

We talked and his daddy and I told him how proud we were of him. We had our moments. God was there. God was showering Victor and I with blessings as our hearts broke at the same time. God was holding all three of us as His plan unfolded.

Abel kept fighting to breath. The tube helped but you could see it in his eyes he was tiered. He had just had the biggest day ever! He made it into this world ALIVE and surprised everyone in that room, there wasn’t a dry eye. Jesus was holding him tight on this adventure.  

He had his daddy’s heart and determination. He had his mommy’s fight.

He saw his mommy and his daddy, he felt our love. He knows how much he is loved. He heard our voices, heard our cheers and felt our tears. We talked about meeting Jesus and I told him it was OK, not to be scared.

He took the world in. He soaked in our love as we poured our thoughts, encouragement and cheers onto him. We bathed him in kisses. We hugged him tight. This is what he had been fighting for, this was it! Welcome to the world Abel!

We held him as long as we could. But we could see he was getting tiered. He was still fighting but his little eyes were sleepy. He was in the midst of a very exciting day! His little body had worked so hard. His little heart hadn’t given up the fight not for a second.

Our hearts broke. In the same moment we were the proudest parents ever!

We made it back to the room where four of the proudest grandparents got to meet their grandson. Tears ran down cheeks, kisses were given as Abel was passed around. He was perfect. Victor and I were so proud to show him off to our parents. We were all so in love.  Our little baby angel love!

He had his mommy’s nose and his daddy’s ears. He looked just like us both! He had luscious lips, wavy red hair and sweet eyes with long blonde eye lashes. He had feet like his daddy and big ol’ hands. He was perfect.

At some point in all the love, tears and sweet words our sweet baby went to be an angel with Jesus.

Our day was perfect. 

But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.

Luke 18:16