Nineteen years ago today, an OB-GYN in Wilmington, NC, placed a tiny girl into my arms. We named her Megan Diane Cope. We had no idea that day of the joys, challenges, and sorrows that were ahead. For ten years she blessed our lives and the lives of people in Searcy and Abilene. Even since her death, her witness of simple love-in-brokenness has continued (at least in part through opportunities God has given me to speak and write about her). Tonight our little family will gather for cake to remember her life of love and to anticipate a day of joy in the future. Maranatha.