Four years ago today, I handed my girl to a team of people. Basically strangers. Their plan was to cut her perfect skin, crack her sternum, stop her heart, poke, stitch, and patch, and then bring her all back together again. And I still let them have her . Amazing. Though not without lots of prayers in the moments before… See that tiny girl up there? 3 months and 1 week old. About 11 pounds and 20 inches, at the very most. Her life to this point had been largely sleeping and watching the world go by, punctuated by lots of doctor appointments. And now we were going to introduce her to “real life” in this way ? (If you haven’t read through the story as it happened, you can go here and find links to all the posts about the experience. There are videos, pictures, and more details about how it all went.) I often call Braska my little SuperStar. She amazes me every day. She has already, in just over 4 years, totally surpassed all the expectatio...