On your Gotcha Day..
We spent nearly 30 minutes looking at our China pictures. Of all my children, you are the one who craves your history more than any other.
You want so badly to remember every detail and to be a part of all that is your family at the same time. You are sweet, passionate, and loving.
You are emotional, can be fierce, and determined. Our lives are much richer because you are in them.
As you scream this very minute on your bed in rebellion of your quiet time, I embrace the spirit and strong will the Lord has given you the best I can. I cherish you. I love who you are and who you are becoming.
I love that you just spent ten minutes on the floor acting out our broken tire in the van last week and that you requested screwdrivers (real ones) to "fix" it. I love that you know the difference between a phillips head and a straight one.
I can't get over the way you told me all day yesterday that it was your "gotch" day demanding an orange candle for your cake. BUT mostly, on your gotcha day, I can't bear the thought that I could have missed you all together.
You my dear, sweet girl are a miraculous blessing. I adore you. I love your chubby cheeks, the way your hand fits in mine, and the sound of your voice calling mommy in the night. I can't wait to see where God takes you dear one. I can't wait to see just how He uses your life for His purposes. I am honored that you are mine.
All My Love On Your Gotcha Day,