My daughter. My book.

I am nearing the completion of my book about my disabled daughter. With the end approaching I am thinking more about how this will effect her. Originally I thought I would just keep it hush hush and keep her out of the loop. I know, you are probably thinking it's about her and what kind of thinking is that. Well, it's concerned thinking. She has a lot of anxiety about things and I worried that this would just be one more thing. So while she was home this weekend I discussed it with her. She was saying how she was in her gpa's book I wrote and she obviously liked that. I asked her how she would feel if someone wrote a book about her and she said she would like that. So far so good. Then I ask what she would want it to be about and she told me about her disabilities and how difficult they had made life. Lordy. Stop breathing. Fight back tears. Once again I am reminded how there is a wonderful and bright person who lives in my girl's slighty damaged body. I guess my question was answered. She will be pleased by the book and I will make sure it ends with hope and include some pictures of her to make her happy. I always said this would be her legacy to the world. A peek inside a challenging life. And so it will be. I still do not plan on telling her I am writing this until I hand her the book because I don't want her to worry but now I know that I WILL hand her the book. I hope I tell her story in a way that makes her proud. She deserves that.