As I was sitting this morning in a random hotel breakfast area, windows full of a dull grey sky. I find myself looking across the table at my daughter. She doesn’t pay attention to me as she’s wrapped up in the task at hand which happens to be finding a way to eat the plate of syrup she has that happens to have a pancake somewhere hidden within. She doesn’t realize it but her spirit has lifted me up this morning, her joy for life has brightened even the dreariest day. I find I’m overwhelmed by thinking about who she’s becoming. The life she’s lived, the pain and struggle she never asked for. I look at my little girl and find myself in awe of the way she’s handled what life’s presented to her. I cherish the moments when I get to watch her be a seven year old girl.

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