Hope

As they so often do around special days, my thoughts turn to the mother of my little girl’s heart…
the mother who made the decision that gave us hope for tiny P’s life and future, and the mother who isn’t holding her baby during the holidays.

I get to hold my baby for another Christmas, because of her choice. My baby gets to celebrate Christmas…and we will never stop thinking of the little one who’s heart beats in tiny P’s chest, and the  special, selfless mother that gave her that.