“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.”
You met Gunnar yesterday when he posed with the oldest living Terry, Uncle IB, with just a mere 92 years and change between them. You sort of met Gunnar last July, when he was born, yet unable to be photographed because of hospital protocol for premature babies. (you know good and well, if I could have photographed him in that incubator, I would have!) Premies, of course, have a little trouble when they’re born. Medical technology has the remarkable ability to save little guys like Gunnar; babies who otherwise might not survive. Gunnar actually did very well, all things considered, and he was home in fairly short order.
The whole family is head over heels in love with him, and like I said, yesterday was the first time most of us had gotten to meet him. I thought there was going to be a fist fight over who got to hold him. First there was my mom, then Missy, then Danny (his grandfather), then this one and that one. All Gunnar really wanted was his mommy, Brittany. Daddy Robby even tried to take him for a ride on the swing but he was having none of it (the photo is actually pretty funny if you don’t mind the fact that he looks like he’s being tortured). From the moment I saw him with all those tubes in his tiny body, I knew he was special. He is more than that, though. He is extraordinary. I’m certain I speak for the whole family when I say we’re privileged to have him join the clan. Did I mention that he’s extraordinary?