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When she walked in, it was like we hugged each other, and I held back the tears.

I was proud of myself.

I did really well until my daughter hugged her, because me being the mom and seeing the two daughters hug each other, that's when I lost it.

She even gave her new heart a name.

So my heart's name is Boo.

For my first heart-iversary, it was a boo-tiful heart-iversary, and we had this beautiful table set up for my donor, 'cause I didn't know who it was at the time.

It was lovely.