Next by age comes my Abigail. My spunky little bit. I don't know how big she would be. I don't know what words she would know or what new tricks she would have. I don't know how she would look or what clothes or food she would prefer. I don't get to watch her dance her heart out in ballet. All I have left are my memories. Pictures don't do her justice. But both are priceless to me.