4/12/09
Sweet Grace,
You were such a little princess on Easter Sunday. We dressed you up and took you to church. You were all dolled up in your pink Easter bonnet with white ribbons. Your dress was pink silk at the top with a G embroidered on it, for your name, Grace. The bottom was layers of puffy tulle with pink flower petals inside. You wore pink tights and black patent leather shoes. You were such a beautiful baby, sweetheart.
The Easter bunny found you on your first Easter. You got a little talking stuffed froggy and a spinning toy that you push the top down on and all the ladybugs inside twirl around. You also got a pink dolly, and you are so sweet when you look at her and touch her. You fell asleep cuddled up with her today in the grocery store. . . You were a sight to see, so darling.
You gave me a little scare last night as you woke up coughing and laboring to breathe. I gave you a nebulizer treatment and rocked you back to sleep - this morning you had a slight fever, but by this evening you seemed to have shaken it.
This is my journey in mothering my miracles. There are love letters to my children and reflections on discovering that autism resides within our home, and embracing it."BY WISDOM A HOUSE IS BUILT, AND THROUGH UNDERSTANDING IT IS ESTABLISHED; THROUGH KNOWLEDGE ITS ROOMS ARE FILLED WITH RARE AND BEAUTIFUL TREASURES." PROVERBS 24: 3-4
"THERE ARE TWO WAYS TO LIVE: YOU CAN LIVE AS IF NOTHING IS A MIRACLE; YOU CAN LIVE AS IF EVERYTHING IS A MIRACLE." - ALBERT EINSTEIN
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