This is the face of a survivor, this is the face of hope, this is the face of joy, this is the face of encouragement, this is the face of our daughter Reagan. Reagan came into the world on her own time schedule, 3 ½ weeks early, on Thanksgiving afternoon. She was our turkey that year. Little did we know how she would change our lives and affect the lives of so many. She was two weeks old before we heard the words Down syndrome, our world shattered and reformed in an instant because ultimately the words did not matter, what mattered was this was our little girl, our tiny miracle to love and to raise, we are honored to be her parents. Reagan rocks her designer genes and has done things on her own schedule since her arrival. At five months old her smiles and baby coos encouraged us as we rebuilt our home when it was destroyed by an F4 tornado. Her strength and resilience amazed us again when at 12 months old she required open heart surgery, the surgeon repaired an alphabet soup list of items which boil down to fixing two holes in her heart, closing an extra artery from her heart to her lungs and repairing a cleft mitral valve. She was in the hospital for two weeks and I think the six teeth she sprouted during that time bothered her more than the incision down the center of her chest. She didn’t care that it was almost Christmas or that Mommy and Daddy were worried, what she cared about was making us smile, exploring her world and discovering what those teeth would do - she really likes food. Two months before her second birthday Reagan started her biggest challenge ever. I remember the feeling when we first heard the words Down syndrome, when the surgeon performing a routine heart catheterization informed us the procedure failed and she would require open heart surgery, I remember the terror when she came off bypass from the open heart surgery and then suddenly when back on bypass. Those feelings where put in perspective when we were told Reagan has cancer, specifically AML leukemia. Terror, confusion, devastation, anger all warred for a place in what we were feeling at that moment then Reagan with her wobbly walk toddled over to where we were sitting and proceeded to give us one of her full body hugs, a hug that said I don’t know what’s wrong but it will be ok. The next 10 months consisted of more than 200 days in a hospital where Reagan demonstrated an amazing capacity to spread joy, laughter and hope in a place that is often devoid of joy and consumed with worry and sickness. She has come through six intense rounds of chemo and almost losing the fight due to complications. Reagan is two years old and is the strongest and most joyful person we have ever known. We are blessed to be her parents.