My Tori Pants is my precious gift from God. How incomprehensible is it that where once there was a void, now there is Tori. (I haven't forgotten the same miracle who is her little brother...I'm just marvelling at my oldest for the moment.) The light God has given her is blinding in its intensity, and I am humbled to be her mother.
My sweet Tori Pants, I love you, and I will be your warrior, your protector, your shelter for as long as you'll let me. You are amazing.
Hi: I'm a proud great grandmother who remembers Tori's visit to our
ReplyDeletefamily cabin in Casper, WY.
We walked through the woods together, holding hands, and she
seemed to sense I was a senior citizen,as she said "Atta girl,
Marcia, you're doing a good job of
walking". I'll always remember this
statement with amusement.
It's hard for me to realize she has
a problem, one! I'm sure time will show what a special gal she is and reveal an important and worthwhile
purpose for her life's work ahead.
Go Tori!
G.G.M. Marcia