When I look at Little Lady, I think to myself "Why did God give this to me? What did I do to deserve this?".
But not in the way others might think. I don't see what's "wrong" with her. I don't feel sad that she was born "different". I think "Why did God see me WORTHY of this amazing blessing? What did I do to deserve such a wonderful source of constant joy?" This little girl, and everything she brings with her, has completed my heart.
In the words of my friend Peg, Little Lady's DiffAbility is The Sweetest Gift. I feel so honored to be a part of this elite group of people and their families. SUCH JOY!
I hope that nobody ever see's my daughter in her splints or braces and thinks "poor little girl". Or see's a harried Mother running to appointments and thinks "That poor lady". We are not poor. We are rich. We have more joy in one day than most people can have in a lifetime. I am not poor. My daughter is not poor.
Who would have thought?
