It's almost 8 years ago, but I think about her every single day. I see her in my girl's passion and determination; in my boy's dreaminess and intensity; and, in particular, in my baby boy's readiness to smile and laugh at all the wonders of life. I am the age she was when she had me. I wonder what she would think of me; of my life and my choices. If only she could have met these little people that rule my world. It may not hurt like it once did, but I still miss her.