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Daisie Irina Hollander-Rozanova is born on a Thursday in October at 4:28 am. October 31, 2019 if Ilya wants to get exact about it. Of course, the media will never know her actual birthday, just that she was born at the end of the month and that she arrived healthy despite the fact her Papa had no clue about her existence until about six hours before her arrival.
Boston had played against San Jose the day before, beating them in a thrilling 5-1 game. Ilya truly thought his pain was from a hard check into the boards during that game until approximately 9:47 pm when during a particularly painful “muscle spasm” he suddenly felt like he had pissed himself, which he was one hundred percent sure he actually hadn’t done.
He’d cleaned himself up and driven himself to the hospital (and was very much reprimanded by the nurses when he walked in, barely able to walk.) He explained to the nurses and doctor that he was a professional hockey player (how no one recognized him he didn’t know), that he’d be checked into the board pretty roughly the night before, and that he’d been in excruciating pain since then but it was finally to the point where he couldn’t power his way through it.
They’d asked him questions too, but the one that really stuck with him was “Do you know if you’re a carrier, Mr. Rozanov?” Because he didn’t. He’d never been tested since he grew up in Russia and male pregnancy meant that you were doing illegal things. Homosexual things. That and, of course, the age to test boys is around thirteen and by then his father had pretty much stopped giving a shit about him at that point.
So, they had tested him right there in the emergency room. These days, it was a simple finger prick that gave them results in less than five minutes. Those five minutes felt like five years to Ilya.
And of course, the test came back that Ilya Rozanov was a carrier. He had a uterus, and from the way he was describing the nights events, that uterus had a guest it was trying to make leave. An ultrasound confirmed that fear.
Ilya was in labor. Ilya also had a panic attack. It’s important to know that those things were directly connected.
He was examined, told that his newly discovered cervix was only dilated to four, and then transferred upstairs to the maternity unit because his water had already broken. And because he was clearly progressing slowly, he was given the sweet relief of an epidural. Not being able to feel his legs was a blessing at that point, he was sure.
Once he was comfortable, he started making phone calls. Shane, of course was playing a game in Arizona and was three hours behind him. He’d be at the arena already, getting ready for the 7:30 puck drop, so Ilya chose to text him instead.
Lily
You are about to cost me several thousands of dollars, Hollander.
Jane:
Have you been drinking?
Lily:
No.
Lily:
[photo of his hand, with an iv placed in the back and the bracelet on his wrist clearly stating Rozanov, Ilya and labor and delivery]
Lily:
I am having a baby.
Shane didn’t reply, of course. He was either in shock or already headed to the ice. Ilya got his answer less than two minutes later when his phone buzzed and Yuna Hollander’s face filled the screen. He took a deep breath and answered.
“Yuna.” He knew he sounded tired.
“Ilya, what is going on? Shane called me freaking out saying that you’re in the hospital.” She sounded worried.
“Da.” Ilya hummed. “I’m having a baby.”
“You’re in labor?” She questioned. “Ilya, I know you’re exhausted. I can tell by your voice, but I need you to explain, please.”
“I got checked into boards last night. Was having really bad muscle spasms, or so I thought.” He told her. “I came to hospital, thinking maybe they would give me a muscle relaxer and I would be home soon after. I didn’t know, Yuna. They told me I am in labor. They gave me epidural and told me it will be hours still.”’
“Okay.” She was still worried. “I’m still your emergency contact, yes? I’m going to call the hospital you’re at and talk to a doctor, then I’m getting on a flight. Shane can’t get out of his game without outing you both, but you are not going to give birth to my grandchild alone.”
Yuna arrived at the hospital at 3;47 am, and explained to the nurse at the desk that she was there at a support person for Ilya before she was taken to his room.
When she walked into the room, they were clearly setting up for Ilya to start pushing, and he rewched his hand out for her, clearly in the middle of a contraction.
“Next one, I need you to push, okay?” The doctor told him. “Baby is right there, they’re not waiting, let’s bring them into the world.”
Six pushes and twenty two minutes later, a loud cry filled the room and Yuna could only pet Ilya’s sweat soaked hair to let him know how proud she was of him.
Ilya was staring in both disbelief and awe at the angry screaming baby they placed on his chest.
“It’s a girl.” Yuna murmured. “You have a daughter, Ilya.”
Soon, both Ilya and his daughter were cleaned up and he sat up in the bed, the baby laying against his bare chest. She was clearly rooting to get his nipple in her mouth.
“I don’t think Papa has anything for you, malen'kiy tsvetok.” He murmured. A nurse in the room smiled.
“You might. My brother works for the raiders as physical therapist, so I have seen you shirtless a couple times while visiting him. You’re definitely swollen in that department right now so I bet if you turn she’ll at least get that first milk to get antibodies. If she doesn’t, then I’ll get a bottle for you.”
“Your brother is Link, yes?” Ilya asked.
“Mhm.” She hummed.
“Can you call him and have him come in the morning?” He sighed. “I will need physical therapy plan to be able to get back in shape and I need to tell my team.”
“Let us worry about that.” Yuna hummed. “You worry about her.”
“I’m so tired.” He admitted.
Yuna smiled softly, reaching for the now fed baby. She settled in the chair beside the bed, cooing softly at her.
“Sleep for a bit, Ilya.” She told him. “You deserve it”
Shane arrived at the hospital at 11:18 am and froze the moment he walked through Ilya’s door. Ilya sat up in the bed, clearly freshly showered and wearing soft looking pajamas. The baby was tucked against his chest and Ilya was just staring at them like they hung the moon.
“Oh.”
“Shane.” Ilya murmured. “Come meet our daughter.”
“Daughter?”
“Mhm. Daisie.” Ilya’s voice was soft. “I can’t believe she was in me.”
“I’m not sure where you hid her, Roz” Shane smiled. “She’s not a small baby, is she?”
“Almost nine pounds. They think I was even past term.” Ilya explained. “But once she decided she was coming, there was no stopping her.”
“Where’s my mom?” Shane finally asked, noticing the lack of Yuna in the room.
“She went to get breakfast and do manager things.” Ilya told him. “She went to talk to my coach and the general manager since I obviously can’t play right now. Do you want to hold her?”
“Yeah.” It came out barely a whisper. “If it’s okay.”
“I’ve had seven hours to hold her, Shane. I think I can let her daddy hold her now.”
Shane settled into the chair beside the bed, cradling the baby in his arms as he took her in. A watery laugh left his throat as he did so. He wasn’t sure his genetics had any chance in her features other than the shape of her nose, maybe. Her hair was slightly darker, so there was hope for that, but he could clearly see that the curls already starting on her head were Ilya’s and she had the same cupids bow as him.
“I don’t think my genes even tried” Shane murmured. “She’s so beautiful, Ilya. I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”
“I think…” Ilya started with a sigh. “I think I would have been more upset about you not being here if we would have known about her. But we didn’t, and I wasn’t alone. Her grandma was right here with me.”
“I tried to leave right after the game, but I couldn’t get a flight out until this morning. Coach is pissed at me for not going to Vegas with the team, but I told him it was a family emergency.” Shane explained. “Hayden has already texted me to see if everything is alright.”
“You can tell him.” Ilya told him. “I figure her godparents should know about her, right?”
“You want Hayden and Jackie to be her godparents?” Shane sounded shocked. “What about Svetlana?”
“She would do it, if I asked.” Ilya explained. “But she doesn’t really want children. I couldn’t do that to her. Hayden and Jackie have four kids, and even though me and Hayden have this hot and cold friendship, he’s a really good dad, and I think if something happened to us and if something happened to Yuna and David, they would love her just like they love their kids.”
“I’ll text him.” Shane confirmed.
Shane
[photo of the baby laid against his chest, her chubby cheek squished as she slept, he definitely looks as if he’s been crying]
Shane
Everything is perfect.
Hayden
Where did you get a baby, Shane?
Shane
Well when a daddy and a papa who is a carrier and doesn’t know it love each other very much AND roughly nine months ago they decided to switch things up for a single night, you have a baby.
Hayden
You’re an asshole. They’re good?
Shane
She’s perfect, Hay. Eight pounds, six ounces. 20 inches long. I don’t know where he hid her for nine months but she’s perfectly healthy. I have never been in love with someone so fast.
Shane:
Call me when you get a chance.
It didn’t take long for his phone to ring, Hayden’s contact popping up. Shane answered it, switching to FaceTime and quickly adding Jackie to the conversation.
“Why are group FaceTiming if you’re together?” Jackie answered, not having looked at her phone yet.
“Because Hayden is in Vegas and I am in Boston.” Shane answered. Jackie finally glanced down at her phone and froze for a second.
“Shane Hollander, what is that?” She demanded.
“This is my daughter, Daisie.” He answered. “She was born this morning. Figured her god parents would want to see her properly.”
“Godparents?” Hayden questioned, his voice soft. “And Ilya is okay with that?”
“It was Ilya’s idea.” Shane confirmed. “I’d have him tell you himself but he also just pushed out an almost nine pound baby and is sleeping.”
“I—I didn’t even know you guys were expecting” Jackie finally spoke. “How did you keep this a secret?”
“It’s easy to keep it a secret when you don’t know.” Shane explained. “Ilya had a cryptic pregnancy, we didn’t know she was there until she was coming. He thought he’d pulled something during the game against San Jose, but he was having contractions. My mom was able to get here so he wasn’t alone and I got here as fast as I could.”
“And she’s healthy?” She asked.
“She’s perfect.” Shane hummed. “I feel like I should absolutely be panicking now, but all I feel is love for this tiny human.”
“Hm, tell me about how much you love her in six years when she calls you an idiot and tells you that you smell.” Hayden laughed. “The guys are curious if I’ve talked to you.”
“Tell them you have, that everything is fine but I’m going to be gone for a little while.” Shane confirmed. “You can even go as far as telling them that my partner very unexpectedly gave birth and I needed to be here with them.”
By the time they hung up, Shane could tell that the baby was starting to get hungry. Ilya had fallen asleep so quickly after he’d taken the baby he’d not gotten a chance to ask how they were feeding her, but a glance at the whiteboard had him making note of the fact breastfeeding was circled. So, he gently woke his boyfriend up.
“I think she wants something only you can give her.” Shane murmured. “I didn’t know you were breastfeeding.”
“I didn’t know until I was.” Ilya explained, letting their daughter latch on to his nipple. “I didn’t know if because I didn’t know about her if my milk would come in. It is really coming in.”
“That’s good.” Shane hummed. “I don’t think my genetics even tried, Ilya. She looks just like you.”
“She looks like her babushka.” Ilya murmured, his voice cracking a little. “I wish she was here, Shane.”
“She would have loved her.” Shane told him. “She would have been so proud of you, too. My grandma would tell us that your mom got to love her before we did.”
The room fell into silence, other than the soft noises their daughter made as she ate. They both glanced up when the door squeaked open to reveal Yuna carrying an overnight bag and a car seat, as well as a very full looking bag from Walmart. Behind her, David Hollander stood looking nervous.
“Hi guys.” Shane greeted as he stood up to take things from his mom. “Where did you get this?”
“Target.” She answered honestly. “I figured you guys would order one of the fancy ones for her but this will work for now, and if you don’t want to use it as a back up, then we’ll take it.”
“Is fine.” Ilya spoke up. “You didn’t have to.”
“I also may have had some time to kill while waiting to pick David up from the airport.” She admitted. “I got Daisie her first outfit.”
The sleeper she pulled out of the bag was pale yellow and little daisies printed all over it. To both Shane and Ilya it was impossibly tiny. She also pulled out a pale yellow bow style headband and matching mittens to protect her little face from her nails.
Ilya finished feeding his daughter then moved to lay her on the bed, only wincing slightly as the movement tugged his stitches. He made quick work of her diaper, then took the outfit from his boyfriend's mother, dressing her slowly.
“Oh you look so pretty, moy tsvetochek.” He murmured. “Now that you’re dressed, why don’t we let grandma get a photo of you with daddy and papa, yes?”
The photo, it turned out, ended up being perfect for an announcement. It didn’t show the baby’s face, but both Shane and Ilya were looking down at her with love in their eyes. The baby had a grip on Shane’s finger too.
For once, everything felt like it was happening like it should.
There was still the factor that they weren’t out publicly, and now there was a child involved but at that moment, everything was perfect. They’d deal with the rest as it came.
•=•
“I think there’s someone else you need to call.”
It was late afternoon, the sun casting a glow that was definitely warmer than it actually was. Shane sat holding their daughter against his chest, just watching her as she slept, like she would disappear if he took her eyes off her.
“Hmm?” Ilya hummed then froze when he realized what his boyfriend had said. “Do I have to?”
“She deserves to know she’s got a new niece to spoil.” Shane told him. “You think she’s going to be mad?”
“I think that she’s been trying to figure out where Maks got the gene from.” Ilya told him. “It’s genetic, and none of the men in Issac’s family have it. As far as she knew neither me or Alexei were carriers either. How do I tell her that I had a whole baby I didn’t know about.”
“You gotta dial the phone first” Shane assured him. “She’s going to more concerned if you’re okay than she is about a weird genetic quirk.”
“Fine.” Ilya agreed. “Give me baby. I need her for emotional support.”
Shane lets out a soft laugh at the statement but gently hands over their daughter, who makes a noise of discontent before settling again. He watches patiently as Ilya scrolls through his phone to find the contact he’s looking for.
Raisa
The contact photo is of an eighteen year old Ilya with a slightly older woman, both of them grinning. He knew that other than Svetlana, Raisa Wilson had been Ilya’s support system in Boston.
The fact that she was his older sister was a bonus.
He could hear the phone ringing and then finally, the sound of his (hopefully someday soon) sister in law’s voice.
“Ilya, you didn’t call me yesterday like you said you would.”
“I know” Ilya sighed. “I was a little busy. I need you to not panic because I’m fine, okay? Shane made me call you because I’m in the hospital.”
“I knew that mother fucker slammed you into the boards too hard.”
Shane snorted, covering his mouth with his hand to keep quiet. Ilya shot him a look, but couldn’t hide his amusement at his sister’s reaction.
“That’s not why I’m in the hospital.” Ilya explained. “Hey, you know how you were trying to figure out if Maks got the gene from Papa’s side or Tetya Nadia’s side?”
“Why?”
“It’s Papa’s side.” Ilya’s voice was calm. “And I know that because I am looking at your newborn niece right now and she definitely came from my body in a very rude way at four thirty this morning.”
“Ilya Grigoryevich Rozanov! Did you keep an entire pregnancy from me? No, I saw you last week and you didn’t look pregnant. You had no idea, did you?”
“I thought I pulled something that wouldn’t stop cramping in the game. Came to the emergency room, expecting they’d tell me I was being dramatic and give me a muscle relaxer before sending me home.” Ilya explained. “Instead I was given an ultrasound sound and taken to labor and delivery.”
“You should have called me last night. I know Shane was playing in Arizona.”
“I wasn’t calling you at midnight to see if you would come hold my hand.” Ilya rolled his eyes. “I’m twenty eight, and you definitely didn’t need to see your baby brother's dick be taped to his thigh while he gave birth.”
“I changed your diapers and housed you through your rookie season, I have seen you in plenty of compromising positions. You didn’t have to do it alone.”
“I wasn’t alone, Raisa.” He sighed. “Shane’s mom flew in, made it in time to see her granddaughter be born.”
“What hospital are you at? I’m coming.”
“Mass General.” Ilya told her. “I will let the nurse know you’re coming because of the increased security. Annoying, but I don’t want paparazzi.”
“Half hour. I’m bringing Vera because she needs driving practice.”
A little over a half hour later, the door opened and Shane watched as Raisa came in carrying gifts or rather, a gift and food.
“It’s just left overs from dinner tonight.” She told him. “But it’s pelmeni, and I know how much you love that. Hospital food sucks, so I brought you comfort food.”
“You didn’t have to.” Ilya told her.
“My mama and your mama would haunt me if I didn’t.” She told him seriously. “Now, let me get a good look at her.”
Shane could only watch as Ilya handed their daughter over to her aunt, who cooed at her happily.
“She looks like you.” Raisa murmured. “Sorry Shane.”
“Oh I’ve already accepted that my genetics didn’t even try.” Shane laughed.
“I brought something for her.” Raisa gently pushed the gift bag towards Ilya. “I think it’s super important you have it.”
Ilya gave her a questioning look, but moved to open the bag. Shane watched curiously as he froze in recognition and then lifted the blanket out of the bag.
It was handmade, clearly. Soft blues and greens mixed with cream. He could see the tears in his boyfriend’s eyes as he brought it up to his face.
“It still smells like her, Raisa.”
“This is the first time it’s been out of the protection it’s been in since you outgrew it.” She explained. “After your mama died, my mama took me to your house while your dad was out. She helped me pack up as much of your moms things as I could before he could get rid of them. I found this in the closet, and I just thought, someday you might have your own baby and want something from your mama.”
“I just, I figured it got thrown away.” Ilya was full on crying now. “Thank you.”
“The blanket is important then?” Shane asked.
Ilya let out a watery laugh. Fucking hormones, he was crying over a blanket.
“Yes.” Ilya told him. “This blanket was handmade by her babushka in 1991 for me. It was my baby blanket, and I figured that after Mama died, I wouldn’t see it again.”
“And now you get to use it for Daisie.”
•=••=••=••=••=••=•
7 Weeks
“Someone is grumpy.” Shane murmured as he picked his seven week old daughter up, cradling her against his chest while he grabbed a fresh diaper and sleeper for her. “I know, Papa isn’t here and you’re stuck with Daddy.”
At seven weeks old, Daisie was starting to get a little bit of a personality, and Shane was certain that it was the best thing he’d ever watched happen. She definitely didn’t like to be undressed, preferred Ilya over him (he was sure this was because Ilya was still nursing her), and loved baths.
Montreal had played Boston the night before and he’d come immediately to Ilya’s house after, arriving just in time to help put his daughter down for bed. The pair had fallen into bed shortly after and crashed immediately.
This morning, Ilya was in a meeting with Boston’s management and coaches to discuss what the timeline for his return looked like. He’d barely been cleared by his doctor, honestly, his body taking a while longer than what was considered standard to heal from their daughter’s birth. Shane knew, of course, that Ilya had some pretty serious tearing from how fast she was born combined with how large she had been and he was just glad Ilya took his recovery seriously. Boston had been good while Ilya was under the care of obstetrics, but now that he was cleared they were pushing for his return.
Shane also knew that Ilya wasn’t exactly ready to leave her yet.
He quickly got Daisie dressed and fed before getting her settled in the baby wrap against his chest before packing a diaper bag and heading out to meet Hayden for breakfast before Montreal headed home for one more home game before the Christmas break. A game Shane had decided to not play in because they were taking Daisie to Ottawa for the holiday and he wasn’t leaving Ilya to drive with their daughter alone. He of course snapped a photo of him and Daisie before heading out, sending it to Ilya with a simple heart emoji.
He liked Ilya’s neighborhood, truly. It felt super private while being within walking distance to most things. Usually, he’d load Daisie up in her stroller, but days like today, when the weather was mild for December, he’d just strap her to his chest for the walk. He stopped to talk to an elderly neighbor who gushed over how big his daughter was getting.
Hayden was sitting at a table in the back already, coffee in front of him, looking concerned.
“What’s wrong?” Shane raised an eyebrow as he sat down, huffing out a laugh as he daughter made a noise of discontent. He glanced down to see her giving him a look that Ilya would say was all him.
“Did you look at the account you were posting to this morning? On your story.” Hayden questioned. When Shane gave him a questioning look, he continued. “You posted it to your actual account, not your private, Shane. Luckily her face isn’t in it but you posted a photo captioned “dad life” to your hockey page”
“Shit.”
Before he could even process a thought, his phone was ringing with Ilya’s contact. He sighed answering.
“Ilya I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize I had switched to my hockey page.” He answered. “I will delete it as soon as I hang up.”
“Baby, breathe” Ilya spoke. “Her face is not in the photo. That is my main concern, I do not want her face on the internet.”
“I just outed us, Ilya.!”
“You outed that you’re a dad.” Ilya was being too calm about this. “Plenty of people are dads. Besides, we weren’t going to be able to hide her forever. Farah wants to know if you want her to write a statement or if you want to write your own.”
“I’ll do it.” Shane sighed. “Are we just talking about Daisie? I mean if we full name her in the announcement we’re going to have to explain everything”
“What do you think?” Ilya’s voice was soft as he asked the question.
“I think.” Shane started. “I think I’m okay with saying everything. I’m tired of hiding us, Ilya.”
“Then we tell them everything. We have control here, okay?” Ilya assured him. “I’m on my way home. Lots to talk about when you get home, enjoy your breakfast with Hayden.”
Ilya was lounging on the couch when Shane finally got home an hour and a half later. He immediately sat up and made grabby hands for the baby, already moving to remove his shirt.
“I missed one feeding and my chest feels like this is a crime.” Ilya told him. “I was gonna pump, but this is better.”
Shane quickly handed the baby over, watching as Ilya relaxed immediately. He sank into the couch beside him, watching carefully before he decided to ask.
“How was your meeting?”
“I uh, I told them I wasn’t where I wanted to be with my recovery. I was honest about it.” Ilya explained. “I told them that I was physically recovered but mentally I wasn’t there yet. Told them that it was killing me to be away from her just for that meeting. And I felt stupid, because I knew she was safe and she was with you but the whole time I was fighting to not text you for updates.”
“Hey, you went through something very traumatic.” Shane assured him. “I couldn’t even imagine, Ilya. You went from being a completely normal person to having a baby in six hours. I love our daughter, I really do but her arrival was super unexpected and your body went through so much so fast. That’s enough to take a mental toll.”
“I told them I was going to be taking an extended leave of absence.” Ilya told him. “I am no good on the ice if I can’t handle being away from her for an hour.”
“Do you think maybe you want to find someone to talk to about it?”
“In Ottawa, yes.” Ilya told him. “I want to go to Ottawa for a while. Your parents said Daisie and I can stay with them until we decide if it’s a permanent move or not.”
“You’d go permanently?”
“Am technically a free agent now.” Ilya told him. “Ottawa is already trying to get me there.”
“Being close to my parents would be nice.” Shane hummed. “She’s got a lot of stuff to pack up.”
“Hmm, we take necessities with us when we leave for Christmas.” Ilya smiled. “Her clothes, diapers, pacifiers, bottles. Pack my stash up in dry ice. Your mom already has a crib and things for her there. And when we decide what we want to do, maybe after we find a house, we come back and pack everything else up.”
“I think I’m going to work on that announcement.” Shane told him. “I’ve been working on it in my head.”
“I have to make a statement too, about not returning to Boston.”
shanehollanderhockey:
[a series of four photos. The first photo is the one Yuna took the day Daisie was born. The second is a candid shot of Ilya and Shane both asleep on the couch, Ilya tucked into Shane’s side while Daisie is sprawled across his chest. The third is another candid of Ilya making lunch with the baby wrapped to his chest. The final one is one they took that morning on the couch. A freshly fed Daisie sleeps against Ilya’s chest while they press their lips together.]
Seven weeks of Daisie Irina Hollander-Rozanova . My most perfect girl, the love I didn’t know I needed until she was in my arms.
Obviously, by her name you are going to figure out her other parent so I am only going to say this once. I am a proud gay man and I have been in a committed relationship with Ilya Rozanov for several years.
He is the best thing to happen to me, and he is the love of my life. I can not wait to watch this little human we created together grow up.
The rivalry is real, but only on the ice. It’s a work life balance.
At this time I am asking for everyone to respect our privacy. We do not want pictures of our daughters face on the internet
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ilyarozanov81:
[a single photo, a professional shot done a week after Daisie was born. She is cradled against his chest while Shane looks lovingly over his shoulder at her.]
I read a statistic a few weeks ago in information given to me by my doctor that 1 in 475 pregnancies aren’t discovered until 20 weeks gestation. Another statistic told me that 1 in approximately 2500 pregnancies aren’t discovered until delivery.
I fell into the 1 in 2500 category. Meaning, I carried my daughter and did not know about her until approximately six hours before her birth. Furthermore, I didn’t even know I was a carrier until then.
Despite that shocking information, Daisie Irina Hollander-Rozanova is the best thing I have ever created. And I got to do it with my best friend, the love of my life, shanehollanderhockey.
Here’s another statistic: postpartum anxiety affects 1 in 5 new carrying parents.
My body went through something extremely traumatic and while physically, my body has healed from that, my mind hasn’t quite caught up. I have been dealing with serious postpartum anxiety over the last few weeks.
Today I made the decision to continue to stay home with her and not return this season. I am no good on the ice if I can not handle being away from my daughter for more than a few minutes without texting her other father for updates.
The Boston Raiders and their entire organization have my respect as they have handled the situation with care, and respected my choice to choose my daughter this time. (In my coach’s words “you have given so much to this organization, you get to be a little selfish now.”)
Thank you all for your love and support over the last several years
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