Next month, my family and I will get together and celebrate my sister's 40th birthday. (I already have the snarky "So you're 40!" card picked out.) But today we're commemorating another, very different kind of 40th birthday: that of "Roe v. Wade." That first child legally killed by abortion in America that Anne Morse wrote about today would have been almost the exact same age as my sister.
But the fact that Joy was born just three-and-a-half weeks after the "Roe" ruling hits home for me in ways you might not even expect.
Joy -- adopted into our family at the age of five -- was born into a family deeply scarred by poverty, alcholism, and child neglect. Her early life was, to put it bluntly, hell on earth. You could say that she was one of the children that legalized abortion was designed to deal with.
But she survived. And she's strong, and thriving, and one of the people who's dearest to me in this world.
So every year at this time, I feel grateful that Joy got her chance to live. I mourn the children who never got that chance. And I pray for the day when our country will regard children like my sister, not as problems to be solved, but as lives to be welcomed, supported, and cherished.