Today my daughter turns 17. The daughter who’s heartbeat we thought we lost when she was in her 3rd month of gestation. The daughter who spent the first year of her life in and out of the hospital with reoccurring eColi infections. The daughter who’s pic lines I have flushed at 2 in the morning, and hooked up to a pump to give her life giving antibiotics every 6 hours. The daughter for whom I prayed for, over, and with. This child, who almost wasn’t…..is. I wanted to make her a fairytale concoction of 3 layers of chocolate mousse filled cake with raspberries, covered in dark … Continue reading A Lopsided Kind Of LoveRead More →