Tomorrow, I am going to the March for Life. I'm not marching for an abstraction, either. I have a whole list of children who should not have survived to birth but did, for whatever reason, and I'm thankful that they did.
Most of all, I'm marching for this little girl. I know very little about her bio mom's choices 4-5 years ago, but one way or another the Princess lived.
She has the right to live. She has the right to read stories to the cat and eat ice cream and wear her "party dress" all day every day and make messes and have opinions and stay up until midnight telling me ghost stories rather than sleeping.
Those 53 million people who've been aborted in the last 38 years? So did they.