Chosen by an angel

I will always recall the day, 11 years ago, when my daughter Whitney, then a blonde-haired sprite of four, and I were sipping lukewarm chamomile tea out of her chipped plastic tea cups on our sunny deck.

"I picked you to be my mom," Whitney casually mentioned. "Yup, I was an angel in heaven checking out all the moms, and I said, 'She's the one for me.' "

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