Yesterday my wife placed my hand on her belly so that I could feel our daughter Vivian kick. Genece has sensed her movements for some time, but yesterday was the first time I've been able to feel her lively feet. Vivian suffers from anencephaly. Her life will be short, but we're determined to make the most of it and to give her the best life we can. For us, her condition accentuates the significance of every moment we share with her. We don't take a day for granted. Yesterday's kick may be the only kick of hers that I get to feel.
Our almost three-year-old son, meanwhile, has wholeheartedly embraced the role of resident dragon slayer. Inspired by Prince Phillip in Disney's Sleeping Beauty, our son constantly wields Sting, holds a dragon-marked shield, wears a red cowboy bandana as a royal cape, and dons a construction paper Prince Phillip hat. The sword and shield come with him in the car, as he moseys from room to room in search of dragons, and they're the first things he grabs following his bath. Yes, even before clothing. He could be cast in 300.
