"Does She Know She is Adopted?"........................

Someone asked me a question today that I am always surprised at..........

"Does she know she is adopted?"...........

It always strikes me so strangely.

When God sent my final child into my arms, it never even occurred to me to withhold the miracle of her journey to us. I honestly don't remember a conversation between my husband and I about how we would handle it. From the moment she left the hospital she always knew she did not come from my tummy like her brothers did.....but instead she grew right in my heart........

I tell that story over and over.......i love telling it..........It reminds me of the miracles of God's love for us and how much He knows the deepest desires of our hearts...........and that our prayers are sometimes answered, not in the ways that we hope for, but in unimaginable designs that only He could create for us.........Her journey to us is such an affirmation of faith, and love and trust in the truest form..........

I knew about her long before my husband did......I knew someone was missing from our family......even after a few more failed cycles of IVF, I knew there was one more person who was missing.......God placed her in my heart where she grew and grew and grew.........

My husband was perfectly content with our foursome.........and I was too, but somehow unsettled........We discussed it over and over.......my body just could not handle any more invasive procedures to attempt conception and pregnancy........my heart couldn't either.......

So we prayed, and we prayed and we prayed.........and years went by.........and then, our Most Loving Father placed my daughter in my husbands heart.......on a plane.......on the way to Washington........and our daughter grew in his heart, right then, in that very moment..........

And the love that he has for that child is a love beyond written words........You would have to see them together and the way he listens to her........the way he can calm her down and comfort her.......the way he can make her smile when it's not possible for anyone else to restore it.......
the way she seeks him from the moment she gets home from school.......the way he believes in her and holds every hope for her future in his hands.......

It's a story I love to tell.......it's a story I can't imagine withholding from her........It's a story of great love and immeasurable faith.......It's the hands of God working in her life and in ours.......It's the story of hope and the happiest ending, no matter how the final chapter reads.......

It's a story I hope she will love to tell someday.....over and over.........

It's her story.........and I can't imagine keeping that beautiful gift from her...........