Our miracle

Here goes my attempt to document our story... "Wow, she's busy!" -or- "She's tiny for her age!" -or- "How'd she get that knot on her head?" These seemingly innocent comments remind me daily that my almost 2 year old daughter, Ashton, is different. Not that I need reminders... The constant doctors appointments and daily therapies do that just fine. Not to mention, the behavior - hair pulling, head banging, tantrums, sleepless nights, inability to be still...ever. Our life has changed. We are still getting used to the new normal. Sometimes I cry. Mostly though, I laugh. She is so funny! She crinkles her nose and says, "no" (for nose). It is so cute! In the quietest of moments or places she screams out, "baaaaaa!" at the top of her lungs and laughs. People look at us, but we don't mind. It's pretty funny! She constantly does things to impress and surprise us! She has come so far! She loves her big brother and sister! Lance and I are different parents because of her. Caleb and Kinley are different too. They take a lot from her and define unconditional love. I've seen kinley get hit in the face and her hair pulled out, without getting angry or retaliating. She knows Ashton doesn't mean to hurt her. How many 3 year olds can be that intuitive? She is wise beyond her years and Ashton's best friend and best therapist. Caleb could give you the definition of Turner Syndrome an tell you what DNA is and how many chromosomes Ashton has. He's 7. We are a different kind of house. We are learning to see the big picture. We believe in God and in miracles in our house. We are happy! Really happy!