I knew before I called the doctor on the telephone.
I took some time to see my girl and just how much sheís grown.
Itís been two years since last she took that journey down the hall.
To face a Surgeons scalpel while I leaned helpless on the wall.
Each time I hear the doctor say itís time to try again.
I look deep into my babyís eyes and see her way back then.
My precious little baby weighing in at 5.3.
With such a crooked forhead, she was beautiful to me.
The first of many hours waiting for the nurse to come.
To tell me she was ok and that surgery was done.
The first one came at 4 months, then at 8 months once again.
At 12 months came another and we almost lost her then.
Then 2 years and at 6 years 7, 8, 9 and now 10.
Not to mention dental sugeries they managed to squeeze in.
Loss of sight, hearing damage, scars you see and some you donít.
Do not feel the slightest pity cause you can be sure she wont.
Sheís the strongest soul Iíve ever known, and I sit back in awe.
She has more spiritual strength then anyone I ever saw.
She smiles and tells the other kids, "hey donít make fun of me."
"I will be perfect one day just you wait around and see."
"Even if my nose were meant to be as crooked as a stick."
"It will be more perfect then yours, because I got to pick."
The children can be so cruel and only her mama knows.
The scars she bears will never heal no matter how she grows.
And as we make this journey to the all important date.
I hope you send your prayers for her in March the 28th.
And as I wipe her hair back and gently kiss her brow.
I hope to possess from God all the strength he will allow.
With perseverance even the snail reached the Ark.