Occasionally I will come across pictures from when Samantha was little. It is when I think back that I fully remember how challenging her first few years of life were. She started having fractures at nine months of age and had them pretty steadily until she was a little over three years old. The week after Grant was born, she was carrying a nursing pillow down the hallway and fell and broke both bones in her forearm. Three weeks later, because the arm cast was so heavy, she lost her balance and fell and broke her leg. So she celebrated her third birthday with a broken arm and a broken leg. The pictures would be heartbreaking except that she was the happiest little kid in the world. When I see those photos and reflect back on that time, I am amazed at all we went through and proud of how we managed through the tough times. I look forward to the day when we can all look back on this latest challenge and feel the same way.