Sometimes,
when you least expect it, the extraordinary happens. You open your hands wide to receive the gift,
and find that it is more amazing, more remarkable than you could ever have
imagined. You find that you are holding
something beautiful, a priceless treasure wholly undeserved.
I know,
because it happened to me.
I watch
this little one running down my driveway, full steam ahead, hair streaming
behind her like long brown ribbons. Her
strong legs pumping with energy and enthusiasm, her back strong with
confidence. And my heart overflows with
love for her. With gratitude for this immeasurable
gift. Moments like this almost take my
breath away. I look at her, amazed, and
can hardly believe that this beautiful child is mine.
Three years
ago, I had no idea that when I answered the phone one winter afternoon, that my
life, and the lives of our entire family, would forever be changed. I said yes to the woman on the other end of
the line, asking if I would please come to the hospital as soon as possible, because
there was a baby, a precious newborn there in the plastic bassinette, waiting
for a family.
