We do, huge and aching.

Our lives will not proceed as we loosely envisioned even before her birth, but our grief over perceived and predicted loss has been amortized.  And while we mourn the child she won’t turn out to be, we love her in a huge and aching way.

The truth is, we can’t plan who our children will be – whether they’ll lead the band or excel in sports, whether they’ll yearn to fit in or fight to stand out, whether they’ll be tall or short.  We can only plan to love them.
And we do.
JEB