It seems that time just goes so fast that when we got to DS' first birthday -- it still seemed like only yesterday. Kept remembering where we were, his surgery, recovery -- feelings of fear, anger, grief...
I also think about how fortunate we were that things just fell into place. Didn't seem like it at the time, but now I can look back and think how lucky we were that the local pediatric surgeon was on vacation because I'm not so sure the outcome would've been so good. After DS was lifeflighted to the city, he was operated on for 4 1/2 hours -- ended up being a very complicated surgery, we were put into contact with a great CF doctor whose proactive.
Gets better with time. But I still get teary eyed each year and I still worry about the future, the what-ifs.