She arrived amidst parades, fireworks and cookouts. There was fanfare and hurrying around as the birthing process took a turn for the worse. After the miracle of surgeons and modern technology there she was! Pink, tiny and holy. Our firecracker.  Our last. Not that I knew it at the time. But somewhere inside, I knew. The last time.  I held her longer; tried to take mental pictures to remember the moments. I didn't want to forget. I wanted to be intentional and slow time.  She helped by being a child who cried. . . all the time. So, I held her. Held her longer and tried not ... View Post