The Bond.

When Kenny's third leg came into view that day in June 2007, I cried. I gave myself one day to cry and lament about Mark's inability to give me an X chromosome. The finality of never having a girl justified crying about it - but just for one day. (Because in reality - you really do just want a healthy baby)

The next day I woke up and started thinking about the possibilities. I hoped - no, scratch that - I prayed they'd have a bond like this:

So, I will never have cute sundresses to buy or barrettes to put in hair. But I have cute kids - and they love eachother. And that makes me happy.