Yup, passing the two year mark this weekend. The last week of 5th grade, ds (then 11) felt tired and was peeing a lot. We took him to Urgent Care on our way to do some family bike riding over Memorial Day Weekend. Instead of a family outing, we were sent to the hospital. The first days were full of tears and fears. At home, ds hated to play outside, because that meant extra testing. Diabetes seemed insurmountable. Weeks and months went by... my tears diminished. We took our family bike ride over Labor Day. We learned to treat highs and lows and move on. Learn from a mistake, if one was made, but also learned not to agonize over every number out of range. One year mark. Diabetes was part of our lives, but it was not our life. Never thought that day would come! 16 months. Started the Omnipod. A learning curve, but not as steep as the first one! Mealtimes became smoother. Injections were replaced by pushing a button. Diabetes lives with us, but it does not consume us. Ds plays oboe, goes on band outings, studies, plays (yes, outside!) and is now a teenager. He had a great A1C and his CDE gave him lots of encouragement because he stays on top of his care. I am so proud of this young man, my son. I thank God for him, for carrying us through the difficult times in this journey, and for the advances in science and medicine that help make this disease more bearable. Two years.