...Dave was born at 26 weeks gestation. He weighed 2 pounds, 1 ounce, and was about fifteen inches long. The picture below wasn't taken until he was two months old and look how big the thumbs are of the person holding him.
Dave hates this picture because he thinks he looks ugly. I love this picture because it is a testament of survival. Also, when I was pregnant, Dave would hold this picture up to my belly and warn our kids about the perils of being too impatient to be born!!!
Dave is a walking miracle. He would be to me anyways, but that picture above, contrasted with the picture below, just goes to show that there are miracles among us, and my husband is one of them. He has absolutely no side effects from being born so early, apart from a lot of unusual scars. And so today, we are celebrating him.