When I feel sorry for myself...

... I like to look at this picture.

Just over a month old and barely two pounds, my sweet baby girl had just been taken off the ventilator and put on the C-Pap. Wires and tubes criss-crossed in and out all over her tiny body. Monitors and medications were still a constant part of her life. They stuck her tiny foot to draw blood every two hours all day long. But what did she do?

She shared her very first smile.

My precious inspiration.