Levi is 7 years old. The night before the half week of celebrations I told him the story of the day he came to our family. How Maddy had an overnight with Zac and Dad and I went to the hospital. How Levi finally came ( after WAY too long) and Marianne held him while I fell asleep sitting up. How she and Daddy were crying and I was falling asleep some more. How G came to the hospital to meet him even though she had a cold so she chose to wear a hospital mask.
It really was beautiful. Even if you can't tell from this recounting.
Have a look at the boy and his peeps:
