Just never knew what to expect from day to day. Praying every day for him to get his heart. Watching him do pretty good for a while only to decline again as we waited to hear that an available heart was a match. A whole slew of emotions that I never knew existed had now become the norm. Then the day arrives when a match was found and a whole new thought process enters the mind....it finally hits...either this is gonna work out or we will be going home making different plans, what a day. As it turned out he fought a good fight and came home a CHAMP. For the most part he reminds me of most little boys his age with the exception of all the scars that tell a different story. From time to time after he came home I was always searching for the appropriate nick name for him. Even though a few came to mind like Lucky and Red and a couple others, nothing ever stuck. I now know why, because they were not the right ones. The only appropriate nick name for this little fighter is... Champ. Yes, that will be my nick name for him, how fitting. One of my favorite pics is the one Marcy took of Colton and I as I was saying my good-byes, getting ready to drive home with Tyler. Tyler for school and I had to work in the morning. Well, work and school never came that Monday morning being I got a call at 4 A.M from Marcy telling me about the heart that was a match. So, this photo was taken the night prior to his surgery. He actually looks good in this pic, but in reality he did not have too many miles left on his broken heart . All of us certainly have been blessed including Colton. He was given another chance, a great mom who really does a great job with him... ( proud of you Misty )..., our church family that was praying for him always, and the rest of us, who realize just how special he is.
Love you Champ...Papa..