June 23 is the first anniversary of Margot's heart surgery. I took this photo around this time last year, in addition to a little videoclip of the kids kissing Margot. It took me till now to really acknowledge why I took them. I thought we might lose her, and wanted a record for the kids of this child, proof that they had a little sister. It broke my heart to think that they'd be too young to remember her. I look at this photo with sorrow, when I think of how the mother I was then had to think about the real possibility that my new daughter might die.
And of course, today, I look at it with joy as I look out the window to see three little birds, smeared with ketchup and roasted marshmallows, filthy shirts, enjoying our Sunday night dinner of sausages and perogies around a campfire. Margot sits on the cat, who runs away; then she puts on daddy's HUGE flip-flops and gets frustrated when she can't walk very well in them. Violet and Jude giggle at her.