It's weird how accustomed to Noah's birthmark I've become. I have used it as a landing pad for kisses for the past two years. Matthew has never even mentioned it. It's always just been a part of Noah. When his dermatologist suggested now is the time to start the removal process, I was nervous of just how different he would look.
The day before his surgery I took the boys to Subway for lunch. I took this picture to send to Matt to show him how Noah was dissecting his lunch, but realized how prominent his mark really was.
In the meantime, I'm putting in some serious kissing time on the other cheek.