When Matilda was born her hair was soft, thick, and dark. I played with it often. I watched as it began to thin and fade. I cried when it all fell out. The regrowth has been slow. But today, Matilda bounced around the house with pigtails. That little baby, intubated, fighting for her life, whose hair withered and fell, bounced around my house laughing with pigtails. With pigtails.
I never knew I cared so much about pigtails. But that is the thing. Matilda has opened my eyes - every ounce of my life is magnified. Everything is a blessing. Everything is cherished. Everything is loved.
