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Three of my children I met for the first time at the moment they entered the world; they were immediately placed on my chest, tiny, warm and wrinkly. On them I traced my own slender hands, Grandpa Karl’s large head, my husband’s jelly bean eyes. They smelled like me. Each birth opened a whole new world of possibilities; epic dreams were born and planned in those moments.But life does not always go as planned.   Read more >