My DD when she was attacked by a dog last summer. My scanner cut off the black CS around the edges. Journaling reads: July 1, 2006. It happened so fast. I turned my head for just a second to fix your plate. When I suddenly heard screaming & crying and saw the other parents running toward the backyard, my stomach dropped & in my heart I knew it was you. I jumped over chairs, plants (and several small children) and reached you just as you were rounding the corner, your face covered in blood and dirt. We were so blessed to have Daniela there. She immediately slipped into nurse mode and took over. We calmed you down (you, not me), cleaned you up, and realized the dog had bitten you on your lip, gum, and forehead. Since he was a stray and the bite was in your mouth, we took you to the ER. By the time we got there I could barely remember your middle name when the nurse asked me, I was so upset. You, however, were chatting up all the doctors and nurses, showing out in your bikini and flip flops. I was terrified, guilt-ridden, a complete mess, but you were so brave. When we left the hospital I just wanted to take you home, but you said, 'I didn't get any cake or ice cream yet.' When we got back to the party one of the other moms asked what had happened, to which you replied, 'That doggie ate me!'. Although I wish I could erase this memory forever, I am compelled to preserve it because it is such a perfect reflection of your amazing outlook on life. You have such an undeniable spirit, a refusal to let anything hold you down. I pray you never lose this ability to always make the best of whatever life sends your way. You humble and amaze me. Forever Love, Mommy April 2007.