We celebrated her tenth birthday together two years ago.
She was brand new to us, still on weekend visits. She moved in for good two weeks later.
Today she turns twelve.
Each day is still a battle. Each day she is still worth it. Each day God reminds me to love her unconditionally.
I don't always listen.
Because some days it's hard. Some days it seems downright impossible.
But some days it's easy.
Like today. On her birthday.
Today we take the time to celebrate who she is and how far she's come. Tomorrow we get back to business.
Happy Birthday, Amy.