Sky, You Make Me Better

I will never forget the day we received that phone call. You know the one I mean. “The diagnosis.” How somber the doctor sounded. How profusely he apologized. How I burst into tears. The absolute fear, devastation, and desperation that I felt. 

I’m sitting here right now, writing these words and looking at the most beautiful and perfect little girl ever created. Everything about her is adorable. People stop us on the street to marvel at her cuteness. She isn’t even two yet, and she can charm entire crowds of people with one coy little glance. She waves, high-fives, hugs, and blows kisses. She is Miss Congeniality. She can climb anything that her three-year-old sister can. She runs and jumps and laughs with her siblings. She knows so many words and so many signs, and is so incredibly smart and communicative. She is an absolute marvel and a miracle on every level. I’ve never known anyone or anything like her. 

In retrospect, the doctor should have called us, proclaiming the amazing news and congratulating us as if we had won the lottery. Because truly – we have.

Kristen, Sky’s Mom (Delaware)