I did not get to hold my baby girl the day she was born. An emergency C-section kept me asleep for twelve and one-half hours after her birth. I actually heard her before I ever saw or held her. I knew it was her. She started to cry as she was wheeled into my room. I had imagined what she'd look like many times. At 11:08 AM on June 23, 1989 I met my little angel, God's gift to my husband and me, as she was placed in my arms for the first time. Memory engraved permanently in my heart and soul.... and my arms, for I can still feel her warmth and smallness. I can still feel her smooth cheeks as I kissed my angel for the very first time...on her dimples, just as I had asked God to give her.

It has been thirteen years, eight months, and three days that I, or rather, we have been blessed with being able to love our precious gift.

"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson