My baby girl, Quinn. When did she grow up to be seven? And when did she start back talking so fluently? I clearly remember her needing speech therapy. And I specifically remember telling the speech therapist we didn’t want any back talk.

I am making some progress on her transplant. Letters and calls and emails and voicemails.

When this photo was taken she was about 5 days old. A gifted artist friend, Kathy had come over to take pictures for the (award-winning, might I add) birth announcement. I love this picture of Quinn. When this was taken I was so happy and proud to show off my girl. It was one of those few non-kidney related moments during a long time of The Fog that I remember with clarity.

Now, 7 plus years later I’m looking at pictures of my girl and I can’t believe I have another child facing a kidney transpalnt within 24 months of the last one.

But she sure is cute, isn’t she?