Twenty years ago, we were in the fight of our lives — battling for Noah’s. It’s hard to put into words what that time was like: the sleepless nights, the fear, the hope that somehow everything would be okay. It feels like it was just yesterday, etched so clearly in my mind, yet at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago — as if those moments belong to another version of us. Time has a strange way of softening the edges but never erasing the memories. Looking at Noah now, it’s hard not to be flooded with gratitude and pride for how far he’s come and how strong he’s always been.