Abbigail Mae Jackson, has brought more light into our world than we could have ever hoped for. She is are guiding light through this less than walked journey for hope. Your smile is contagious, your laugh is infectious and your excitement to learn more about this world gives me hope everyday. The world had to make room for a little more fancy the night you were born. I remember it like yesterday,
checking in at 7 a.m., changing clothes, running tests....everyone was getting ready for your big debut. I just sat there and listened to my music (part of my birth-plan). Nurses were checking things, your dad was ALL over the place, your Gigi by my side, your aunt chattering about the days excitement (while addressing her christmas cards), your Grandad calm and collective (in that uber irritating, why don't you understand my anxiety, type of way), your grammy Sue Sue and Jo chattering in the corner while I was in labor. Dr. Jacoby was away at Baylor, so they had to hold off for an hour or two. Pleasant, that was. At 6:00pm on the dot, you made your entrance into the world. Your father was beaming from ear to ear, I was balling my little eyes out and everyone was exclaiming how PERFECT you were. You still are. Perfect. My one in 12,000 girl, NO! You are my one in a million. There is no other little warrior out there that could have made it through everything your little soul has had to endure. Countless doctors, endless therapies, numbers of evaluations, studies, overnight EEG's, EKG's, 3 MRI's to date, tubes and just the usual check-ups. You are our TROOPER. I know no one stronger than you, my darling. We will pray, fight, fundraise and hope there is a cure to give you the future you deserve. The voice that was meant for you. The mobility that was yours. The life he set aside for you. For that we will fight. Fight everyday for a cure.