I cherish every single tiny moment spent with her regardless of the time, circumstances, or surroundings. I told Kate the other night that she was formed from the many, many tears that fell from Mommy's eyes. I stare at this miracle through tired, blurred eyes and tears fall. But this time, the tears are different. Finally. They are tears of thanks, gratitude, and humbleness.
She is my daughter. I am her mother. She always has been. She always will be.
My dreams have come true in an instant. I am so blessed.