You were the smallest of the babies and just as beautiful as your sisters.
Your foster mama was a veteran fostering and adopting mother. She told me
everyone has a birth story
Meaning that adopted and foster children had a way of making their entrance into a family memorable.
I worried about you because you were so tiny. I visited your foster mother one day in the spring before they made it clear that all three of you were destined for adoption by the people who took you.
I will never forget praying for you. Praying for the path your life would take.
When you love a baby, your world orbits that child’s well-being forever.