So, people who know me know that I’ve never really cared what other people think about me. I know it can come across harsh sometimes, but since my worth isn’t found in the eyes of another person, it’s just the way I plow through life, I guess. When women are sizing others up from head to toe, I could care less what their opinion is of me. Lately, though, I seem to care. It’s in a different way. I don’t want them to “accept” me or know about me, I want the world to know about my little guy. I find myself wanting to tell complete strangers in public about Noah Steven Graves, how he’s been in the hospital for 4 months and how the doctors don’t know what’s wrong…I don’t want them to feel sorry for me as a mom or us as a family. I DO want everyone to just live a little deeper, NO, a lot deeper, as a result of knowing Noah’s story, though. I know it’s selfish, but it’s my desire. Maybe in knowing people, myself included, are digging in and living with purpose, it’ll help take away the sting of this, our reality. Maybe I’m just a gloating mom, but everyone who’s met him has fallen in love with him. Just like anyone who has met your kid has fallen in love with them. When you get married you are telling the world that you are in love. I guess with every word I type, I’m trying to tell the world how utterly in love I am with this little, wonderful, sweet, miraculous man.