Her head fit in my brother's fingers and her whole hand was the size of his thumbnail.
The first time I was able to hold her. I just happened to be there when they had to change her bedding.
I spent many sleepless nights on my knees in prayer for this little girl wondering, scared of what the morning report was going to be. Our love for her was instant, an undescribable love so strong it hurt. We are so thankful for the healthy rambunctious three-year old that she has grown to be.



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