I've intended to post at least every gotcha anniversary, but I couldn't this time. I still don't know what I'm about to type. As we were being handed our beautiful daughter two years ago, our precious nephew Corban was being born into our lives. We thought this would always be a special date that they would share. The day came around as usual this year. We wished her a happy gotcha and him a happy birthday, but in the end it wasn't a happy day after all. Annalyn keeps retelling the story..."Baby Corban went swimming all by herself? He need big people help? He hurt herself in the water? Baby Corban dead? Still?" Yeah, still.
