I have had to repeat the serenity prayer to myself several times today. Every time I see a mother at the park with her child, especially her daughter, I find myself wishing that were Emily and I. I know she is much happier where she is today than she would be if she were here with me. And I know that someday we will be reunited. The journey between here and there has been six and a half years now. Emily would turn six this week if she had lived and I had carried her to term. God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.