Dear sweet Abby Joy, I can honestly not believe this day is here! There was a time when no one was sure you would make it, but we should have known better. From the minute you bit the nurse practitioner trying to intubate you after you were born, we knew you were feisty! One of my favorite pictures of you is what Caleb calls your "Fighter Girl" pose. It's as if you were trying so desperately to beg us not to give up on you. We never did, Abby. We prayed, and cried, and researched, and prayed some more, hoping against hope that God would spare your life. Somehow, we knew that you were not going to just be a statistic. Now, those days seem so long ago. I almost feel like that was someone else's life! Instead of a frail, fragile infant, I have a giggly, sassy, smart baby...who, if I admit it to myself, is almost a toddler! I am so proud of the progress you have made over the last year, Abby! Just 4 months...
Choosing joy and trusting God!