When I look at these pictures of my daughter at the age of 2 or so it fills me with a longing and – somehow – a bit of sadness. I was a very young 22 yrs. when Heather was born. She was already 7 when I was the age she is now. I loved her fiercely but wonder if my youth was a benefit or disability in fulfilling a parental role. Perhaps if I were older and wiser I might have made different choices in regards to my expectations both of me and of her. Heather has grown into adulthood with a brain that functions better than most and an innate common sense that helps guide her through this world. I still love her fiercely and pray for a safe, comfortable journey as she navigates through the messes and blessings of life.