Two years ago today, I handed my 7 month old to the surgical team and spent hours waiting and worrying as they stopped her heart to repair it. By this time at night, I was by her side in the PICU where she was sedated and a machine breathed for her. Today, we celebrated with a trip to the zoo and she abandoned her stroller at our first stop (always always always the seals and polar bears) and walked the entire time. She's a bundle of energy and sass and always and ever a fighter. Happy OHS anniversary, sweetheart