I look at these pictures and want my youngest 'abled' child to stay just that. YOUNG. She's 11 now and is fast approaching the teenage years which fast become a blur. I love that she still goes outside and sits in the mud to make mudpies. I love that she laughs so hard with me she almost pees her pants. I love that she still has so much energy that it's hard for her to sit at a basketball game because she'd rather be climbing. I love that she smiles when she works or that she sees the beauty in her shadow. I love that she still has that child in her and I hope that she always will.