This girl—when did she grow into the most understanding, flexible, compassionate little creature to ever grace the earth? She’s eating crackers and jam with Emery here, an allergy free snack that is screaming for a little peanut butter and a glass of milk. By default she misses out on a lot of her favorite things because she was born into a family with food allergies. She doesn’t have any at all, but she never complains about being forced into giving up her favorite foods. She gets it, and I am thankful beyond words for her. God knew this about her, of course, and He gave me her middle name to prove it. But I protested because I wanted it to be Louise, the same as myself, my mom and my grandma, but the Lord told me, “No, her name is Grace.” He was right, of course: Grace is who she is and what she embodies and how she lives. What a blessing she is to my heart.