We are approaching the one year mark. On Sunday, it will have been a year since our little girl went Home. Today, I saw a picture of her in the river at Camp New Hope and something about her neck and shoulders reminded me about what it felt like to hold her. It reminded me of the daily need to move her from the bed to her chair and back again. I would have to support her head and neck much like an infant, but she was an eight-year-old infant! So often she would smile when I picked her up. She would roll her eyes upward as if looking toward the sky. She would smile and sometimes give a coo knowing she was being picked up by her Daddy. Sometimes these memories hurt deeply. Today they brought joy and reconnected me with my little girl. We miss her. We praise God for her.