Dedication to my daughter...

A constant smile spread across her face, scheaming, planning, almost laughing and giggling like a little prankster. Just like her old man. Yet most give me this weird look when I say that my fifteen day old daughter is one of my heroes.

They don't understand the meaning or reasoning behind my words, nor will they ever.

She bruises & bleeds with such ease, her blood counts a never-ending roller coaster.
The constant sick then healthy. She died at birth and they brought her to life. The world was against her, everyone apart from myself, my wife and God.

Every day I go to the hospital to see my little Angel. Where I often stand there for hours just staring at her through an incubator.

For hours on end...
Just waiting...
Watching...

Before finally she opens her big blue eyes and stares right at me, watching, planning, deciding who that strange figure is that keeps turning up everyday.

Watching...
Waiting...

Whenever I look at her, nothing but Love, Hope & Faith shine through my silver eyes
onto this little child whom is so much stronger than I.

I know she's only days old, but I feel as if we could learn so much from each other.
About life and love itself.

Who would have thought she would have pulled through?

Only myself, my wife and God...