This time last year, Miss Amazing was on week 10 of being given 10 weeks to live. She was mad at the whole wide world, and stuck in a beige hospital room with her head pressed up against the glass trying to get a sideways view of the Nashville fireworks display. She was (and still kind of is) especially mad at me because I did NOT go out and watch fireworks, choosing instead to stay at home and sit on my porch watching the nearby neighborhoods shoot them off over the trees. I called her on the phone and she could hear them going off around me. If you'd have told me then that a year later I'd go out and stock up on Bud Light and watermelon (with a salt shaker) so that Miss Amazing could join our family 4th of July picnic... I'd have rolled my eyes and said miracles THAT big don't happen.