Two years ago we were in Hanoi for the days around Mother's Day with our sad, sick and scared little one. Vivian cried for most of her waking hours and I walked for miles back and forth in our hotel room and sang the ten songs I know over and over and over again. We didn't take many pictures as it just seemed disrespectful to someone in so much pain, but sometimes Vivi would be watchful and quiet and we did get a few fleeting smiles and giggles that would let us know that her light was dim, but it was there. Now? Vivi is FULL of giggles and smiles all day long. She is a bright spark of joy! She is bursting with love and fun and songs. Being Vivian's Mother and watching my daughter come to life, slowly and not always easily, over the last two years has been one of the great joys and honours of my life.