This morning, I was walking my children down the driveway for their very last day of the school year. My son went to the mailbox and handed me a stack of envelopes. On the very top was the newsletter for the Preeclampsia foundation. I had wondered at first if it were only a coinincidence, perhaps this newsletter was sent to all women, or perhaps I was meant to receive it today. Because only moments before my son handed me the mail, I looked at my little girl, proud, that today would be her la... Read more