Today is Nora's eleventh birthday. At times I feel like Nora's birthdays are celebrations, but also tiny losses. They're bittersweet moments to marvel at future possibilities and find joy in the past year's accomplishments, but also moments when I mourn the loss of tiny, sticky fingers reaching for my hand or slow, warm breath as she slept curled beneath the quilt on my bed. Over the years and months - sometimes over a single day - I watched Nora's babyhood melt away like an ice cream[...]