Before she was born, I remember the last doctor visit - just routine. It was the only visit I missed. I think Alison just went from work and told me it would be brief - just a quick ultrasound.

I remember I was upstairs when Alison came home - she was crying. The ultrasound technician said there was something that didn't look right - that we should come back in another week to see the doctor. If I remember right, I think that was a Thursday -- I wasn't going to wait a week -- We called the doctor and she said not to worry - probably just a blip of some sort - a misread - and she said to come in on Monday.

I think that was the longest weekend of my entire life. To sit and think the worst - to dwell on it.

I'm not an overly religious person -- but I do remember having a constant conversation with someone I felt was in charge of my destiny -- I just wanted what every parent wants -- a child as normal as could be - with all her fingers and toes - and capable of growing up and becoming a contributor to the world in some form or fashion. Just let her be healthy -- that's all I asked...

Monday came -- the test went fine -- we were informed that she was just a chubby baby and her cheeks got in the way and made it appear that she had some sort of deformity - or possible genetic condition.

A week later - we had a 9 pound baby. Today - we have the most wonderful - and curious - and mischievous baby in the world -- and I'm guessing she'll let the world know just how she'll contribute - when she's good and ready.

Prayer answered. I'm thankful.

Listening to: There'll Be No Teardrops Tonight - Hank Williams

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