My little baby girl is 8 years old today. She is now well into the years for which I have clear memories of my own childhood. Life is now school, homework, church, piano, gymnastics, soccer, basketball, Barbies and Little House books. It's all good.
Eight years ago, my life changed, irrevocably and at depths of my being that I did not know existed. She did it, and does it still.
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