Eighteen years ago today after 52 hours (that's right)
of labour and waiting in the hospital for months, my
daughter was born. At less than 3 pounds, she was over
3 months early. The experts said she would always
be small and mentally challenged. God disagreed.
She is a wonderful daughter, extra smart and
beautiful, inside and out.
She let me take her picture for her birthday.
This is the photo (above) that I would like to
post to remember her birthday. But, the real
photo is the one that needs to be documented, if for
no other reason, than to show my son later
what his idea of fashion was at nine years old.
So, here it is (below)