There's a new baby in town...

Who carries a very special name.......Megan Gray Snipes has arrived carrying on Becky (my step mom's daughters name)...Take a minute to read this amazing post by Trevor Romain in menory of Becky's Megan!

http://trevorsblog.com/2008/08/11/feathers-into-wings.aspx

I bumped into an old friend this past weekend. Her name is Becky. I first met Becky when her nine year-old daughter Megan was going through cancer treatment.
Megan Stento was an amazing little girl. She stood at the door of death with a baseball bat and said, “Come and get me.”
Megan taught me how to turn feathers into wings.
I remember visiting Megan at the hospital one morning and telling her about a new book I had just written.
“I'm going to dedicate the book to you, I said. “It's called The Other Side Of The Invisible Fence.”
“Thanks,” said Megan softly.
Megan was a beautiful child with a smile that could reach across an entire room and hug you unconditionally. The effects of chemotherapy and grueling radiation sessions did not dampen her wonderful demeanor.
“As soon as the book comes out, I'll read it to you,” I offered.
Megan said nothing for a few seconds. Then she spoke, her words sending shockwaves through my entire being.
“You'll have to read real loud if I'm in heaven.”
“I will.” I said. “If you die before this book comes out I'll climb on the roof of my house and read so darn loud you'll hear me all the way up there.
Megan fought an incredible battle, but she was no match for the savage cancer that ripped her body apart from the inside out. She died only days after our conversation.
Megan's mom Becky spoke to me after the funeral. “You are going to keep you promise to Megan aren't you?”
“Of course I am,” I said, fighting back my tears.
Becky called me later that day and asked if the family could come over to my house when I climbed on the roof to read the book. She thought it would be a good memorial to Megan.
“Absolutely,” I told her.
“Becky called me the next day and asked if I wouldn't mind very much if Megan's class came to the reading on the roof.
“I would love that.” I told her.
A few days later the principal of the school called and asked if the entire school could come to the reading on the roof.
That's when I said, “I don't think it's possible. My garden is too small.”
Well, that did not stop Becky Stento. By the next morning she had arranged for me to do the reading on the roof of the Laguna Gloria Art Museum here in Austin. The location was ideal. The two-story building had a flat roof and was surrounded by a beautifully manicured green lawn.
It rained the entire week before the reading. Then on the morning of the event, as I climbed the stairs to the roof, the sun came out and bathed the entire garden in a warm golden light.
After climbing the stairs I approached the small wall running around the perimeter of the roof. I leaned on the wall and looked over the edge.
My heart stopped.
Sitting on the lawn on chairs and blankets were almost a thousand people. I still do not how so many of them heard about the event.
The entire crowd was completely silent. No words were spoken but I could feel their collective hearts singing together like a giant silent choir. The only sound I heard was the chirping of happy birds in the woods surrounding the lawn and the occasional barking of a dog way off in the distance.
The silence touched me in ways I cannot describe.
I looked up into the sky and read the book to Megan.
As I completed the last sentence a movement caught my eye. Behind the crowd, a little girl in a white summer dress had wandered off alone and was happily dancing in circles by herself, her face skyward, her eyes closed and her arms outstretched. She made turn after giddy turn as her dress floated around her like soft white feathers from an angel's wings.