Sometimes I look at my daughter and I’m amazed by what a beautiful little person she is. Her hair breaks free from it’s ponytail and curls around her face. Her eyes and hair are unique color combination and her cheeks are still flushed from playing outside in the snow.

This is my girl, this tall eight-year-old who laughs with reckless abandon and cries with an equal amount of passion. She awoke this morning, asked, “Do I have school today?” and went straight from bed to the frigid outdoors, not even stopping for a bowl of cereal.

This is my daughter. And I thank God for her.