I look in my rear-view mirror as I drive down the road in my mini-van and see three beautiful faces smiling back at me. I realize, again, that this is my life and these precious little ones are a gift given to me to teach and train, then the tears begin to build. I am amazed!
Three years ago we started the process to add baby number three. 17 months after we started, we started over again because we had found our daughter and knew she was ours. Now, 19 months later she is home. (Here come the tears again.) Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes me laugh, sometimes her cries make we want to cry. I love her. She is mine, and she is home.
Thank you, God.
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