On Saturday, Mira turned three years old. I couldn't help from having a small pity party for her as I was putting her to bed for the night. I thought about what Mira and our family have gone through over the past three years and what the future holds for her. It has been an emotional roller coaster to say the least, one that I would hope and pray that no one ever has to endure. What really made me most sad is that Mira didn't even realize that it is her birthday, which is a time of great happiness for most kids - getting presents, blowing out candles, eating lots of your favorite cake, and running off a sugar high for the next three hours. I can't help sometimes to ponder various scenarios with Mira, wondering what life would be like if she hadn't been so affected by all of this and how different things would be if she just were able to be aware of people and engage with her surroundings. I don't know how to explain it. It's watching other three year old kids running around in the park and desperately wishing the same will happen for your child. It's a constant craving as a parent to want to have a connection with your child somehow. It's a hope that your child recognizes you in some fashion, whether through a smile, laugh, or a simple visual gesture. It's just wanting your child to be happy and constantly questioning whether or not they truly are.