You once told me that when you were pregnant with me, your doctor said there was a 50/50 chance I would make it. You told me that your attitude was simply if this baby is meant to be here, they'll make it, but I have no doubt that my existence is because of your strength. Physically, we look nothing alike, you and I, except that I inherited your hands and your feet. They are carbon carbon copies in fact. I love this; that I can look at my hands and my feet at any time and you are with me. People still say I remind them of you, though, and when I hear that, I can think of no higher compliment.
Love, your daughter Cydney