My marriage was crumbling before Katie was born. I was painfully unhappy when she was a baby, then I got life-threateningly sick. Still unconscious after emergency surgery, I had the distinct feeling that I could choose to live or die, right then, in that moment. Then my baby girl filled my mind. I was overwhelmed with the need to live, if only for her sake. Since then, I've always considered her my personal angel.
Now we're embarking on this sell-brownies-to-feed-the-needy venture together, along with her brother, Will. Both of them have always had a passion for saving and rescuing, whether it's a friend or a cat or a wild squirrel. (Will decided to forego the squirrel after it bit him.) I'm so proud that the kids are excited about this organization, that they're so generous and care so deeply for those less fortunate. They've experienced wealth and poverty, acceptance and rejection, and thus have a special sensitivity to the precarious nature of self-sufficiency in our society.
Katie is 20. Where have the years gone? Every one of her 7,305 days I have felt a deep gratitude that keeps me feeling rich, blessed, content. On this birthday, my wish for her is that she feel the same wealth of love, belonging, and contentment every day.