A Wish Fulfilled in Emma
The moment Emma was born, the sun began to shine. She was brought into the world during a rainstorm, a precious gift, and when her first cries rang out, the skies cleared (true story). It took a while after they handed her to me to cognitively come to terms with being the mother of this human being that came from my body. I’ve wanted to be a mom for my whole life and with one last push, there was a baby now mine. Wild. Each day I fall more in love with her. Each day becomes a little easier, a little more secure. Each day I view as a precious gift, for I wanted this life for so long and now I have it. I never, for a moment, want to take that for granted. It might sound weird, but I am acutely aware of my own mortality. It’s not morbid or obsessive, it’s just a product of being a cancer survivor at 33. I know that my old age is not guaranteed. I know my daughter’s old age is not guaranteed. But I hope every single day that I will be at her high school graduation. I hope that I get to