How They Grow
Thirty years ago, in a small jungle hospital in South America, our first little girl was born. She was a little early, and I remember lying in my bed thinking how happy I was to have a child, and how sad I was that none of my family knew about her.
There was one telephone in the town, but it functioned rarely. No email, no Skype, no Facebook. Instead, we waited until the next evening when another expat had a scheduled Ham radio contact and was able to patch through a phone call.
We tried calling my parents, Tim's parents, one sibling and finally reached another. As soon as we connected with my sister, I burst into tears and Tim had to provide the details.
That little girl is now a beautiful woman, in love with her wonderful husband. Together they walk hand in hand through life.
But somewhere, deep inside my heart, she will always be my little girl.
Happy Birthday, sweet daughter!