Six years ago a picture was taken of a little baby girl. So beautiful with her little pink hair bow. Cuddled up next to her beanie bear that daddy bought her. Born four months early she is almost the same size but her legs are longer. She looks so peaceful and serene. It's hard to believe that she's surrounded by a plastic world. Where every second is a blessing, every breathe a prayer answered. Lifelines surround her. Alarms beep warnings to her guardian angels. Her skin tissue thin tinged red from her latest transfusion. It's a day before she gets to feel her mothers touch. It takes four angels five minutes to place her in her mothers arms and only because they didn't know how many more prayers were going to be answered. It will be over a year before she is able to hear her mother's soothing voice sing her lullabies. Through the miracles of technology she is able to gaze into her mother's eyes as she cuddles her close for endless hours. Every minor milestone is a miracle. Already she has faced more struggles than most in their whole life and has many more to come. One second, one minute, one hour, one day at a time it's hard to believe that was six years ago. Many reading this description of the picture would feel sorry for her or would try to imagine what her quality of life is. Others might wonder why God would do this. When I look at this picture  I see a tiny miracle that has taught me so many lessons in the short time she's been alive. It gives me the strength, courage and motivation to do things that I never thought I could accomplish. Whenever I feel down I look at this picture and tell myself what I'm going through is absolutely nothing compared to her life. Everyday she wakes up with a beautiful smile for anyone near and I strive to be like her. She takes everything in stride no matter how many times she has to be poked or prodded. It's just another day in her life. I have always believed that everyone was born with a purpose in life and I've struggled all my life to find out what mine was. Looking at this picture I finally know the answer to that question. I was born to be her mother. I was born to be her temporary voice. Yet after everything she has done for me I know that she still has an even greater purpose in life.